My little man has a bug and I feel so sorry for the poor little mite, anyone that reads my other blog knows he has enough going on as it is http://thesecretworldofmax.blogspot.co.uk/?m=1but germs do not discriminate (quite rightly...perhaps the rest of the world could take a lift out of their teeny tiny parasitic book....)we are all one and same to them....anyway he's ok; he never really lets anything get him down for long, as long as he's gleefully tormenting me with something sport/football related! Today's delights have included reruns of the world cup qualifiers (now ladies don't be jealous) and I have been so lucky as to get the opportunity to read 'The official Arsenal annual 2016' (cover to cover...whilst feigning interest) without my poorly little dude's influence I feel this experience is one I'd have otherwise missed out on in life and now I know far more about Arsenal than I have ever wanted to.............by tea time I felt a little violated by copious sport and vomit....and quite wanted to vomit AT the copious sport...so I consoled myself with an entire 'Big Daddy box meal' and as I am neither big OR a Daddy I am now entirely made from KFC, so I'm out!
peace and love! ✌🏻️💛
