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