15 December 2010
I'm in Plymouth, visiting my brother and nephews as I won't see them over Christmas. Heading home tonight but first a visit to the theatre to see a production of The Enormous Turnip.
It's a book I read as a child, though I had to Google it to be reminded of the plot.
I should make it clear that my nephews are eight and six, and yes, they are attending the production.
Yesterday it was a case of history repeating itself as I was beaten, fairly and squarely, at ten pin bowling by one of the nephews. Every benefit in making them feel like winners at an early age, isn't there?