Vicky’s gone to London for the weekend to run around Hyde park a bit, so has left me in charge looking after Poppy. So far I’m discovering that her nose needs to be wiped an average of 2 times per minute (Poppy, not Vicky). Anyway, I think I shall teach her how to run with scissors, poke things in to electric sockets, and to reach up and pull pan handles from the kitchen hob. There’s nothing like a fatherly education.
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This evening I took my final coloured belt Tae Kwon-Do grading.. I passed and am now a black-tag. In just over six months time and I’ll be taking a grading for a black belt. Strange really, but I get more nervous and stressed at gradings than I do at any other time (despite witness accounts which may confirm otherwise, that includes my wedding day!). My mouth goes dry as a bone and I can hardly swallow… my muscles all start to shake… I can’t put full power in to all of my moves. Weird…. I’m normally fine! Photos were being taken all evening so I’m sure I’ll end up on the club web site shortly.
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