Penalty

I was dragged out of bed for a 8.30am match. And I had to operate the scoring board. I do it so rarely, that I have to re-learn every time. The opposition team had a dad keeping the score on paper and between the two of us we managed to miss a couple of points, but other eagle eyed parents kept us in check. It just shows I'm not suitable for such a responsibility.
Here Hanna is throwing her penalty shots. They've won again.

Later we had some friends for lunch. We no longer do dinners, lunches are all the rave and Laura is happily accommodating. In the evening there's no negotiating with her. She needs her bed at seven.
Mr H made his signature dish - pizzas. Prawns and chilli were the best.