What should have been a normal
Wednesday night – me at the gym and the boy at athletics training – had a pleasant
dénouement when, as I began driving home, he came out with an expletive and “I’ve
forgotten my trophy”, requiring a quick circle back to the sports centre; sure
enough he re-emerged grasping the handsome Boys Track Performance of the Year Cup,
awarded in arrears as, after years of attending presentation nights and
applauding other people’s children, we unavoidably missed Saturday’s ceremony when
he actually won something.
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