Well, who’s a Naughty Boy? Nat’s a naughty boy that’s who. It was Mothers Day today and Nat had said that he’d be buying his Mum a card and a present whilst he was in town on Saturday. I forgot to mention yesterday that after we’d collected Hannah from ballet and gotten home she immediately started pestering me to take her to ASDA so that she could buy Deb a Mother’s Day present. This we did and after we’d ridden there on our bikes, parked up and walked in still wearing our helmets that’s what she did. Luckily I realised we were still wearing out helmets just after we’d entered so I took hers and headed back to the bikes to lock them on. When I rejoined her in the jewellery isle she’d already picked out a rather pretty turquoise necklace for Deb and a gift box to put it in. Come Sunday morning Han, as usual, could hardly contain herself and desperate for Deb to open hers cards (these Han had made herself) and her present. Nat then handed over his card sans present; Deb didn’t say a word but you could see from her face that she was quite upset that he hadn’t gotten her anything at all. She wasn’t concerned about the valve of any present just that he thought enough about her to go to the effort of buying something. It was obvious that the penny wasn’t dropping and I resolved to have a word with nat at the first opportunity.
Anyway, there was no time to do anything right then as there was a rugby match to get to; Vipers were playing at home against a team from Derby. What a great match this turned out to be as the teams were fairly evenly matched although Derby were short handed so we gave them three of our guys. That in itself was a change from previous seasons when we were always the ones with too few players who had to borrow from our opponents. Derby got a couple of early scores but soon the tide began to reverse and gradually Vipers started to establish dominance. Nat had a walkover in the scrum against their hooker who was obviously inexperienced so he won virtually every ball including those against the head (where the other team puts the ball into the scrum). For once instead of getting walked all over during the first half and then staging an often too late come back in the second Vipers played at their best from the start and the difference was certainly noticeable. After they WINNERS had been lauded by their trainers we finally left and headed for our allotment where “The Ploughman” was due to be rotovating it and who was expecting us to be there to pay him his £20. When we arrived Deb realised she’s left the gatre keys at home and so we were concerned that if we went in to look for him we might find ourselves locked in. Luckily this was Sunday and whilst it wasn’t by any means a hive of activity there were more than enough people on site that the gates were being kept open. At first we couldn’t find him but it was apparent that he’d done the job and our plot for the first time in three years actually looked pretty decent (just need to get what we’re not going to use covered over next week before the weeds and suchlike have a chance to grab a hold again). Eventually he put in an appearance and we paid him and thanked him profusely for his fine work; always be nice to the guy with the mechanised sit on plough and rotovator is a good rule of thumb. I wish I’d taken his photo because to say he was a little dishevelled would be a masterful understatement. He was obviously a “son of the soil” and he and soap had little more than a casual nodding acquaintance. Anyway this is what our allotment now looks like:
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