We stayed at my big-little brother's for a couple of nights, and got to go and see Jack, his son, play footy one morning. It's so precious being able to do these normal things with family. And look at that sky!
This is Callad ('Uncle Ad' by Thom) and Eve practising footy skills.
And here's Thom, who spent the whole time on my lap with his 'poorly knee'. He fell over on the way and grazed his knee - one of those awful, oozy ones that Germolene won't stick to. He remembers, even now - when he saw the photo, straight away he said 'poorly knee' and showed me his scar. Poor chap.
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