Whoa, the hokey cokey....

.....whoa, the hokey cokey, whoa, etc.

Owen's class underwent their grading at Judo this morning. British Olympic Coach Billy Cusack was directing the examination; you could sense nervousness from the parents let alone the kids. Despite being a hairy shambles, Owen passed and was rewarded with a packet of sour gob-stoppers from the Co-op on the way home.

Birthday party for the hairy shambles this afternoon, work for me, Nancy in the Uni library (where else?), but my wife and I are going on a date this evening; Owen is staying with a mate.

For the moment, it's time for lunch and a listen to Jaga as recommended by KrisZeroSeven.