Football

This morning's trip to the swimming pool was much less serene :  there was a swimming gala going on, and all the pools were very full.

After lunch, a quick game of football in the garden ended abruptly when the ball took upon itself to go sailing over the back wall. A new family moved into that house in the summer (replacing the owners of our dear visiting cat,) and so the football team didn't know how they would be received. But all was well. Nick identified the house, Louis did the explaining, without any previous coaching, and the ball was recovered. To their surprise, the lady knew them by sight, as her  little girl, Clara, is in Sacha's class. (I had no idea.) The boys returned with a packet of sweets each as well as the ball, so they agreed that  it was Certainly A Lucky Thing that the ball had gone over.

We went to the Parc de la Garenne to play some more serious football, but were sidetracked by Vietnamese pigs, and TWO playgrounds.


It was nearly home time and the light was failing when they remembered the football. However, it was a tremendous game. I think that it was a draw.