Dinner of champions...

Monday night is soccer night in the Ottawacker Jr household, and ever since I told Ottawacker Jr how I used to have beans on toast before every match I played, he's been keen to follow the same road to mediocrity.

And so it is that our early evenings on Monday and Wednesday have resulted in my picking him up from day care at 4, bringing him home for an early dinner of B-o-T, and then watching him fart his way around the football pitch from 6.30 - 7.30.

This summer is going to be long.