Day 99: Sequins, Strikers, and Sprints
With the first day of my Easter holiday finally upon me, you’d be forgiven for assuming I might gently ease into it—perhaps with a cup of coffee, a leisurely scroll through the news, or the kind of lie-in that makes you question whether clocks are even real. But alas, my day began not with rest, but with football. Specifically, Polly’s football, rolling across a cold, early-morning pitch. So, instead of duvet time, I was up, dressed and out of the house before the sun had fully committed to the sky. From the Sidelines to Sequins No sooner had Polly’s session ended and the mud been metaphorically (and quite literally) brushed off, I was back home, getting ready to go back out. Kelly had tickets to ABBA Voyage —a show she’s been eagerly looking forward to—and I had the honour of accompanying her into London. Cue quick shower, fresh clothes and the an on the road snack that makes your digestive system file a complaint. We drove to Stratford, not quite realising we were heading directl...