Boy

Five hours a day of football training for four days kicked off today.
It was cold.
It was raining.
It was outside.

Home.
Fire lit.
Hot bath.
Pasta pesto.
Jigsaw.

All sorted but I am wondering why I paid for this mild form of torture to be inflicted on the boy. All he wants to do is stay in his jammies till lunch.

Tomorrow the thermals will be on.