Surprise, Surprise

We are off on holiday today and the kids haven't "sussed it" yet.  I have told them that we are going out for the day and Huffty is complaining that he won't be able to watch the football.

We had a good time at SandD's yesterday evening with the kids having been there in the afternoon for their daughter's birthday party.

It has been a disgrace that Huffty has recently been bought two England football shirts and was wearing one to the party yesterday.  Not only that but when we sat down for the football he was proudly sporting an England hat and bazooka.

There are claims from my friends that he and my daughter are English, so I though that I would clear this one up for once and for all. 

Where they have been born is a geographical accident but they came out of a Welsh woman's body and they got in there courtesy of a Welsh man.  Their spirit is Welsh rather like a Bonsai tree that has been grown in England it still isn't an English tree.

I can see this debate raging for a while and it's quite funny.  Just so long as Huffty doesn't come home one day, sit me down and say those feared words "Dad I want to support England at Rugby" then everything will be OK.

I am always a tacit "follower" of the English football team until they get to the quarter finals and then I get nervous! That's rather different from rugby where I support two teams 1) Wales and 2) Whoever is playing England.

For those who don't know me so well there is, of course, banter here.   I have lived in London since I was six and but despite losing my Welsh accent (which I can still slip into) have never lost my roots.  This being largely due to both of my parents being Welsh and there never having been any let up in a constant cycle of visits to Wales over the years to visit my family which has always been rooted within a small radius between Cardiff and Bridgend.  Only my sister and I live in London.  My parents have long since moved back.

It won't do Huffty any harm to support England because he has to learn how to lose at some point.  Obviously if he supported Welsh football then he would have to learn to lose before the tournament starts!

I digress, as we are off on holiday and thoroughly looking forward to it.  Yes I have English friends and we will be spending the whole week with them.  I assume that at some point, Notoplip will be wearing the English away jersey that I bought for his birthday.

Our French "The Kubees"friends have turned up trumps as they have furnished us with passes for the last day of the Isle of Wight festival.  Many thanks to them!

So all in all, I shall enjoy exploring a part of England with which I am not familiar.  Regular visits to Wales have always meant that I am more familiar with the Welsh coastline (I come from ten miles from the coast and Kitten from a coastal town), so this will be a pleasant change.

I will be able to relax even more than I usually do giving up the hurly burly of London for a week, a "Soul Lent", if you like.  That's an extraordinarily bad pun to finish on.