Stretching it

The three amigos arrived this afternoon for their weekend of indulgence and immediately fell into their designated roles of recluse, athlete and cute but deadly. This is Logan the athlete doing his stretches after a visit to the physiotherapist. I didn't get to see a physiotherapist until I was well into my sixties.

To be fair, I suppose there was no such thing as a physiotherapist when I was his age, we just had to make do with a quick rub of Deep Heat.