It has been very busy weekend. On
Saturday Paul and Darren (see previous blogs ad nauseum) pulled the
straw from their hair and set off for the big city to visit me. Matty
and Sam were delighted and immediately inveigled them in to taking
them to the park to play football. The goal posts were occupied so
Matty marked out a pitch between two lots of trees. As a result the
four of them ended up having a two-aside match on a pitch roughly the
size of Wembley. Both of my friends children are well past the age of
going for a kick around in the local park so they were out of
practice, and by 3 – 3 were well out of breath as well. With them
wheezing and a disturbing shade of red we moved on to the park café
where the boys assured Paul that Mummy always lets them have double
scoops of chocolate ice cream.
Later, after they had recovered, Polly
casually mentioned she was thinking of moving a couple of things
around in the living room. Like the gentlemen they are, Paul and
Darren offered to help. It was at this point they learned that the
small task entailed moving a sideboard and two fully laden bookcases
double lined with books. Oh, and a fish tank.
No wonder the guys were grateful to sit
down to a meal of Polly's beef stew with cheesy dumplings and mashed
potato. It was the least we could offer them after their sterling
efforts. Matty and Sam can't wait for them to come again. Matty
reckons that if he asks Paul nicely he can be persuaded to buy him a
motorbike and Sam's holding out for a tattoo. I was sad to see them
leave, not least because I always feel safer knowing exactly where
they are.
'Til next time, guys.
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