The time has come

Big boy has chosen his own team. TPD has drummed it into him that now that he has chosen, that is it, it's his team whether they're on the up or the down. He knows of what he speaks does TPD, what with being a Crystal Palace supporter and all. Son One is taking it terribly seriously, so TPD has transferred his hopes of having a future Palace player to poor unsuspecting Son Two. The shirt was a present for his fantastic school report this year. Cost a fortune, so I've told him I want a crap one come next July!

Me? I like the colour..

Church this morning, slobbing round the house this afternoon. Son One helped me cook dinner (roasted tomato soup followed by spicy fillet steaks, homemade garlic bread and celery salad, again courtesy of Delicious magazine). And it was indeed delicious.

Baths and an early night for the boys (back to school/nursery tomorrow), followed by ironing for me (uniforms for both Son One and TPD!).