If it tastes good don't eat it

A brief entry tonight, as my legs continue their recovery from their first 10K run on Saturday. I say run, but it was more of an amble. And I say recover, but I'm actually completely fine. I like to pretend I need time to recover as it gives me the excuse to sit on my backside, watch TV and eat Smarties Ice Cream. Self delusion, where would we be without it.

 

Of course, not all types of kidology are delusional. For example, where would we be without the wide eyed excitement of a 5-year-old? Pictured above, Luca adoringly hangs onto the arm of a robot at one of the science exhibitions held in Aberdeen this past weekend. This Robbie-The-Robot-alike was functional and intriguingly operated by remote control by a chap in Yorkshire. The latter information remains a mystery to young Luca however, who is convinced he conversed and played with a real life robot. I will never quash his glorious fantasy.

The (very young) staff were all REALLY good, incredibly lively and helpful, completely dispelling the myth of sulky teenagers. The Daily Mails reactionary stance has a lot to answer for. That, and it's innumerable typo's. Honestly. Pick it up in the newsagent tomorrow and have a flick through. It's almost like they're trying to make mistakes.

A rubbish picture granted, but a millisecond before this Luca was encased inside a giant bubble. So if I'd been quicker off the mark you'd be looking at a rubbish picture with the addition of a bit of washing up liquid.

A better image is that of Luca lying exhausted on the grass outside after his football training on Saturday, during which he won "King of the Ring" for the first time. This competition, entirely unrelated to a similarly named game commonly played in Manchester's Canal Street, involves every player (usually 12-14 of them) entering a circled enclosure in the sports hall. Each player is given a ball and has to dribble, defend and shield his ball while simultaneously kicking his opponents out of the enclosure. An excitable Luca then took the confidence gained from this victory into the actual match at the end of the training session, and produced his most dominant performance in some time. A clever dribble and goal by our scruffy rapscallion won the game for his team (1-0), and he almost topped it with a rasping shot just before the final whistle too. "I'm so getting a bag of sweeties now Dad, aren't I?" was his chortled question as we walked out together at the sessions end.

To finish tonight we have more pictures of Luca atop Harvey. There will be many more of these to come I feel. Until he falls off. Then Yoda will regain her position as favourite pet.

**Useless fact of the day - The common horses ancestor was called a Hyracothrium. Curiously, it had toes**