Testosterone Talking

So after a fairly leisurely day in the sun (getting over a heinous migraine in my case), Mr MT stands up and says very firmly "I'm taking my son to see men fighting with swords". Now he had that 'I'm a father of a son' face on, the kind that you might imagine would say "No son of mine is going to wear pink" (and indeed he did some years ago, although it was lilac, but I didn't like to be picky).

Anyway, when the testosterone starts flowing like that it's best just to jump in the car (passenger seat, of course) and say "yes dear".

We went up to Prats de Mollo, at the head of our valley, where there's a pretty cool fort and, during the summer, they do a bizarre kind of moving, outdoor play within and outside the fort, all about the fort and the art of war. It was all in French so a lot went over our heads but the sword fighting was pretty spectacular and there were guys on horses doing tricks (like getting out of the saddle and lying along the length of the horse at stirrup height then popping back onto the saddle, all at a gallop) and cannons too (loud). All in all a grand day out. The kids immediately came home and started playing 'knights and forts' with K's new Pony Club set....

Will get around to backblipping...