Sunday, May 23, 2010

Saturday night situation report

It is half time. I am wrapped in a rug watching the Richmond v Essendon night footy game. I am drinking a long neck bottle of Dad's home brew. A ten kilo puppy sleeps by my feet. My wife cycles 12 kilometres silently beside me, reading a murder mystery as she goes. On the table in front of me, all my 1970s footy cards have been sorted into teams by the boys, working together civilly. But best of all, we have not had to mop up any puppy urine since about 8 o'clock this morning. Hallelujah.


Nobody said...

and that's exactly the sort of evening we fought two world wars to protect.

chris.dadness said...

Correct. I took a bullet at Tobruk, and I believe you personally sank the Bismarck, am I right?