Sundays

Pretty normal Sunday. Up sharp, football (freezing cold may I add), cheer leading, home for dinner and a feast of football on the telly. Then the mountain of this weeks washing that needed ironing was waiting for me. My wife isn't great at ironing (or so she makes it look). So she washes and dry's and I get the creases out. Suppose fair is fair.

Next Sunday will be a little different though. Megan is starting the fireworks.