Pass the ball

It was a beautiful day today so I made the effort to go to Sunday morning club rugby training with my youngest son (usually my husband goes and I stay home and do chores faff around on the computer. We both went today and I was rewarded with a cappucino on the sidelines and some interesting conversations with the other parents.

It is nearly the end of rugby season thank goodness, although then it is straight into club cricket - so no lazing about on Sundays in our household.

My son was playing scrum half today, and throughout the game there is invariably someone shouting 'pass the ball' - well here he is doing just that!