In a bid to keep some connection with my youth, I spent this afternoon cheering on Cambridge United* (with
cuthbertcross and
babysaxon) in their bid to end a run of eight straight away defeats at high flying Woking. Or I would have been cheering if every sudden noise had not caused
babysaxon to start crying. By the end of the game, we were all happy.
babysaxon had had her milk and a
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