Rugby ruckus
I love living next to the park.
Take this morning for example ... it’s Saturday, the sun is shining and there were very definite boy sounds coming from the park.
I wander outside to take a peak. Everything is ready ... the spectators are settling down ...
there’s a tent thingy waiting for something ...
the boys are practicing ... oops ... I think he missed that, don’t you?
Aha! So that’s what the tent is for ... it’s a kind of changing room.
Now I feel a little bit like a Peeping Tom ... nice though ... very nice.
Take this morning for example ... it’s Saturday, the sun is shining and there were very definite boy sounds coming from the park.
I wander outside to take a peak. Everything is ready ... the spectators are settling down ...
there’s a tent thingy waiting for something ...
the boys are practicing ... oops ... I think he missed that, don’t you? 
Aha! So that’s what the tent is for ... it’s a kind of changing room. 
Now I feel a little bit like a Peeping Tom ... nice though ... very nice.
posted by Omykiss at 11:41 pm
4 Comments:
Now I'm all nostalgic for the days when I used to follow Mr Mac around Melbourne watching him play rugby....
Sigh...
That was a lovely post with all those photos!
You sure get a good view!
Yes, ms mac, I do like watching the rugby boys ... almost as good as my recent encounter with the firemen ;)
It was a lovely day maggie may ... inspiring no doubt!
The boys do make for a good view megz_mum ;)
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