Monday’s round again, and back to work for some of us.
I’m back to an air conditioned office, which will be lovely. It’s just a shame it’s at work. Anything planned for this week?
Monday’s round again, and back to work for some of us.
I’m back to an air conditioned office, which will be lovely. It’s just a shame it’s at work. Anything planned for this week?
It’s scant comfort, I’m sure, but 20 years later I still have fond memories of my primary school sports days with one of my parents watching. They had to participate in some silly races, too, I think.
Secondary school was a no-parents affair (and just an excuse to doss off somewhere in the vicinity of an athletics track if you weren’t particularly sporty).
Good luck! Hopefully one of the children will do something scandalous like deliberately trip a competitor to liven things up.
Last year the youngest fell halfway through the sack race and just called it a day, rolling around on the grass. A chip off the old block. It was worth it for that.