Chestnuts

A true symbol of autumn days. I remember, as a girl, looking for conkers after school to take home and steep in vinegar, to make them really hard, so that I'd win the 'conker champion' badge of honour.

Down at the park this afternoon to watch first born beautiful boy playing football. I'd mistakenly hoped, aged 21, those days would have been over. However, he was 'subbed' for most of the game but managed to redeem himself with the last kick of the ball to score a screamer of a goal. Come on ye blooos...