A big weekend on the football front. No, not Man U or Chelsea for the Premiership - The Bredhurst Village Presentation night on Friday saw my excited 7 year old receive his first ever trophy; he was as happy as I’d be if they invented a fat free Ripple. And last night was the 10th Anniversary of the club forming, so my older son picked up his ‘Services to Bredhurst Village’ along with most of his team, managed by hubby.
We hired the Boardroom at Gillingham FC (very, very impressive for a now second division club) for dinner and dancing to a mix of live two piece ensemble and a few disco classics. A wonderful evening only marginally spoilt by the older lad puking up in the car on the way home. Luckily, he was in a friend’s car! Suitably embarrassed this morning, he was pushed out of the house with directions to the nearest flower shop. And a bucket and sponge. Let’s hope he’s learnt his lesson about beer. Not going to lecture too much, since most people have been there. My one and only time, aged 15, came when out with my parents at their friend’s house. Left alone in the kitchen I decided to just ‘taste’ a bit of everything! Teetotal for about 3 years after that.
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