Mr Breeze

I was going for a "head in the clouds" and "forever blowing bubbles" kind of look. I think I tried to cram in too much, but you get the idea.

Hugo's school sports day today sounds like a lot of fun. He came second in the 400 metres, won the 800 metres, came second in the 1,500 metres, won the 100 metre hurdles, came second in the triple jump and broke the school record in the discus. A good day at the office!

The school is organised into houses, each house fields a team with a strict limit on the number of events anyone can enter. Unless of course someone drops out, in which case the reserve steps up.

Their tactic is to field a team of only the best athletes and the sickliest, pie eating, salad dodgers. That way the best athletes are ready to step in when (surprise surprise) there are any last minute no-shows or pull-outs.

This leads to situations where some poor souls who haven't seen a pair of running shoes in their life, and couldn't see a pair of running shoes on their feet even if they looked down when they were wearing them; the people for whom the timekeeper puts away the stop watch and takes out a calendar; are horrifiedto learn they have been picked for the athletics team.

They can't understand it!

When they learn that they are supposed to go sick and are not actually expected to take part, (and would be lynched if they did) they accept their role in proceedings with relief, and waddle off to the tuck shop shaking their heads, intent on getting some sugary comfort for their shattered nerves.

So Hugo and the team take part in all these events. The whole thing is an absolute scream, I love it! I wish I had been that devious when I was at school.

So Hugo is very pleased with himself (head in the clouds) and is playing all innocent and nonchalant (blowing bubbles).

And there is my feeble attempt at justifying my arty farty blip. Cheers all.