Son had Cub Sports Day last night. His pack was competing against the other two in the village (there would have been a fourth, but they didn't turn up). It turned out that his pack were defending their victory in 2008. The trophy is enormous.
I assume (oh, terrible mother that I am) that he will succeed in sport as much as his mother did (i.e. he won't).
But before I had a chance to test this out I was approached by Arkala to score! Doesn't she know I am an accountant?
Accountants don't do numbers. Nor do Maths graduates. I am an utter failure with numbers.
There wasn't even a calculator available.
At least I got a seat.
Of course, all the mental brain exercise didn't stop me screaming like mad for my son to win every race he took part in: Three-legged race (for 8 year olds) and Obstacle race (for 9 year olds). I suppose that aged 8.5 this is permissible.
And guess what?