Category: Kids
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Brilliant start to the day. Little kid said he wanted to park close to school today (we usually park away from school and he scoots in). Got a parking ticket. Had no idea it was restricted there. I’ve parked there hundreds of times before, others also parked there this morning as usual. Warden must have waited until I walked off as well.
“United have backed Amorim by spending £200m on attacking players this summer, while negotiations likely to end with Alejandro Garnacho, Antony and Rasmus Hojlund joining Chelsea, Real Betis and Napoli respectively, are continuing.”
New £73m signing Sesko looks every bit as terrible as unfairly scapegoated Hojlund he has replaced in Amorim’s totally inflexible “system”.
Garnacho isn’t perfect, but he’s a matchwinner. Antony looked reborn on loan at Betis last season.
So, it’s pretty obvious it’s not the players, but the manager’s tactical inflexibility.
Man Utd chiefs back Amorim despite Grimsby defeat: bbc.com
Higher Ground now on Apple Music.
Amazing what difference a year makes! Last time we were at Butlins, little kid was still barely verbal and was too small to climb up the Sky Park towers to slide down with his big brother. Now he’s so big and confident and excitedly telling us all about it.
Big kid has video-documented my pizza making process by creating a “cooking website” while I made pizza on Saturday.
(For some reason the videos aren’t only seem to play when you load the site in a private or incognito browser.)
Big kid’s last day at his primary school yesterday was emotional. And by emotional, I mean generally looking glum and disengaged and refusing to talk about it. Reminds me of someone I know…
Peak Absurdity on the Ski School Run
Big kid went skiing with school today (his school breaks up for summer a week later than everywhere else). He had to be at school half an hour earlier than usual to catch the coach to The Snow Centre. Real snow, -6°C.
As we arrived, we realised he hadn’t brought his coat.
I quickly dumped little kid in breakfast club, and hobbled back to the car, which I had clairvoyantly parked half a mile away so the kids could scoot in the rest of the way. Bin collection day slowed things down, and the wife was in a state of undress and unable to fling the coat out of the window when I arrived home, meaning I had to haul myself up and downstairs to retrieve it myself, huffing and puffing and effing and blinding all the way.
Miraculously, I managed to walk without crutches at almost Olympic speed into school and presented a relieved big kid with his coat, literally as he stepped on to the coach.
When I got back home, again, in a pool of sweat, wife had gone swimming. She texted me to ask if our lad had got his coat, and to say “I need a Bailey’s after all that stress!”
This evening, when the lad got home, I asked him if he was glad he had his coat with him in sub-zero temperatures. “Nah. They gave us ski jackets.”