More Meatball Mayhem
Tuesday. Quite a bit cooler this morning, and slightly overcast, which feels strange after the recent heatwave. Dash has another day of Sixth Form induction — Geography and Chemistry this time — so he joined me on the way to work. Just an overtime shift for me today, so I was finished by one. I picked Dash up on the way back, and we were both home nice and early, ready for the afternoon.
It’s Raff’s birthday, and therefore a day of gentle celebrations: cards and gifts at 6 a.m. and a McDonald’s breakfast for Raff before I left for work — I snagged a sneaky latte in the process. Later, we had homemade Spaghetti & Meatballs for supper, Raff’s favourite. In a nod to last year’s birthday portrait, Raff, Dash, & Gubs kindly posed with meatballs poised. This took rather more coordination than you’d think, and the conversation soon nosedived in absurdity (and the gutter) with exhortations to ‘keep your balls level’ and ‘point more vociferously at your meatball’ flying around.
