Here Come the Boys

And there go the boys....
Alf disappeared with his mates a few hours ago to play out then made his way up to watch the Arsenal match on TV with his Grandpa. I think he'll be pleased with the result.

If you read D's blip, you'll know that Poppy tried to kill me by making me go out running with her this morning. As I staggered back almost at the point of collapse, Poppy seemed to glide effortlessly round, strode back through the door, sauntered upstairs, put her pyjamas back on and went back to her game of Roblox. I blame the cold air, it's just not good for my chesticles.
I will Not be defeated though. My plan is to get in lots of running practice when she's at school. That'll learn her!