Thursday 17 September 2009

Bliss

Last night was pure bliss, the beach was deserted, the sausages were cooking and the children were running in and out of the surf. The fact that a kid's club appeared out of nowhere and surrounded us with their cult like formation did hamper proceedings slightly, but after the 'death stare' and a slow and quiet "Go...Away", when one of the 'gang' decided to use our windbreak as a den, things did improve! (don't panic, I'm not evil, the young lad did laugh!)

He is in hiding at the moment, due to a bout of 'giant' flu, but Scott Bevan has turned 30. The big man is a bit low at the moment but I'm sure a rested achilles, a new tub of protein, and maybe even a date would really cheer him up. Happy Birthday big fella.
Tomorrow we will train in preparation to play, and hopefully beat, Grimsby. I will speak more about that later, in fact, maybe tomorrow, but for now it is time to sleep.

CH

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