I took the afternoon off to go and see the end of my son's week at soccer school, which seems to have gone very well.
At the last soccer school The Huffty won a trophy for "most improved player", this time was Notoplip's son's turn in the limelight. He was the penalty king and came away with an impressive trophy. Well done "Sonic".
When we got back I went straight to sleep....Mmmmmmmmmmmm power nap, I could get used to this life.
This weekend we are off to visit Kitten's parents. They live in a their seaside town in North Wales so, as well as being a chance to catch up, it will be a chance to fill the lungs with some sea air. If the weather keeps fine we may also manage a walk in the countryside.
Naturally, "Mr Tumour" will be making the journey with us. He goes everywhere with me at the moment but is a grumpy old sh1t. I told Notoplip to ask him how he was whilst at the football this afternoon.
Notoplip bent down and enquired "How are you Mr Tumour"?
"F*** Off" was the gruff reply that eminated from my chest.
Ah well, I guess that not everyone has a "Sense of tumour".
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