Football Friday has resumed, now with Rory (Harry's bro) in tow. He knows what to do, I reported to his mum.
Cricket is finishing tonight - with a BBQ and presentations. Mum and Andy were there with Johnny and I as Bob chundered in a bucket. Cal had to stay home with him but she's not feeling great either. Ben Malyon and Harry n Rory were in attendance along with Mrs Marshman. She's just checking that I'm not going to be moved down from the Moon today.
After cricket it was deemed necessary for Andy to rid himself of the nasty London Pride he drank so a visit to The Arty ensued. It was here that old pal John and I showed ourselves to be rather scholarly chaps by eschewing my football and reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Nos antepono libri ut football.
