My worst fears have materialised. Yesterday the boy spilt his drink. “Shit,” he said. I looked at him, surprised. He looked at me.

“Shit,” he said.

Looks like it might be time to cut down on the fucking swearing.


I didn’t see the game but I hear the All Blacks gave the Tricolors a good spanking. Excellent. That’ll teach them for having a chicken for a mascot.