A Sporty Weekend

Well what a weekend of "sport" we've had! He sat there yesterday afternoon watching the noisy cars and I sat with him as I tried to understand what was going on. Ok, so he had a Bonio in his pocket which was the main reason for my attentiveness but I did watch the cars as well.

Now as far as I could understand, these very noisy cars, so loud that they had to wear these big hats, presumably to keep the noise out, drive for about a hundred and fifty miles and get right back to where they started and then jump about with great excitement that they haven't really got anywhere! Try as I might, I could not see where their dog would sit in those funny cars! With that done and still mystified, I thought the cricket over at the cricket pitch would have been his next target but no, I was wrong! The pack of cans of beer I had spotted in the fridge was not for the cricket but for another game of foopall on the telly. He's videoed me selecting a Bonio from a coloured box and is claiming I predicted the result and that is being sent to the papers this morning. I am guessing he is going to delete the ten other videos where I "predicted" the other team would win. There was so much shouting at the ref going on that I couldn't get to sleep so I went over and watched the cricket, a much more peaceful game I felt and I was also wary of bringing the ball back for them after the somewhat negative reaction I had the last time I tried. So I curled up and enjoyed a good snooze. When I woke up they'd all gone! All alone in the middle of a very large field I was, and it was getting dark. The foopall was finished when I got back and so all the shouting was finished, his beer cans were empty and he was asleep! Mind you I think the shouting was a little quieter than the snoring so I stuck my nose in his ear. He woke up quite quickly and got all grumpy. Equilibrium restored!