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Down but not out

 Running uphill, racing and playing tag at high speed is all part of looking after an exuberant 7year old.  Yesterday I took my grandson to the field to play football, which was competitive with no allowances made for age, on either side.  At one point I went in to tackle the ball but somehow our feet became tangled up and there I was crashing face down in the mud.  With neither of us being able to control our fall, my grandson  landed on top of me.  As he rolled off we looked at each other and burst out laughing.   I was covered in mud from head to foot.  We went on playing for a while before heading for home.  My son opened the door and exclaimed 'what have you two been up to?'  Oh dear, I remember asking him and his brothers the same thing when they were children.

Boris Johnson has recommended his father for a knighthood.  Which planet does he live on and didn't his father move to France to escape Brexit?

Electioneering has already begun for the 2024 Presidential election. What a scary choice for the world, Trump or de Santis, a racist, who doesn't accept that gay people should exist, or that books that he doesn't like should be in schools. Can't wait.

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