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Date: 11 August 2006 17:57:54
Long overdue.
I am aware that this thread has kinda petered out. Lost, for a while, but not forgotten. The final part of the quintissential 'Looking after' long-weekend entailed a visit to the Nephews' Sports Day. Let the vicarious fun commence...
Joy no 1: Being greeted by Elder Nephew as 'Dithster'. I dunno where he got this from. He is one of the only two people who can has ever got away with calling me 'Dithy' (the other being the lass who made a great showing as my one and only bridesmaid last year, a most fab mate). This new name causes an even bigger, more fond grin to emerge. Soppy old Auntie.
Joy no 2: Seeing Younger Nephew plod manfully on after tripping at the beginning of the 'bean bag in the bucket' race. (Sports Day races, should they be introduced to the Olympics? Discuss.) He made it over the line long after everybody else, but the fact that he kept going earned him a huge round of applause.
Joy no 3: Both of the boys earning medals (stick on ones!) for coming placed in one race each.
Joy no 4: Seeing various caps, water bottles etc being thrown skyward by the winning team - the blues. Elder Nephew was in this team. ;)
Joy no 5: Seeing how the kids looked after each other. The elder ones would congratulate the littlies for doing well, and there was an incident where on lass comforted her sad mate who had done really badly. Sweeeeet.
Sports day was always a nightmare for the young Dith. It was good to go and put it all in perspective.
The promised reccommendations, and prescription, by Dr. Von Dithausen to follow soon.
I will finish in the style of Chops...
Til Next Time, Sports Day CAN Be Fun.