Quite apart from being a bit of a brainbox in the maths and sciences department (at last – a son with earnings potential), Boy 3 (of 3) has really taken to the fine old game of rugby football since he hit high school.
After-school training sessions on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, plus one and sometimes two matches at the weekend are a big commitment for a 14 year old but he seems to be loving it. So much so that he has now signed up to Wednesday breakfast training: an hour of coaching from 7 am (-.-) then a quick team breakfast before classes.
So this morning he gets himself up and out by 06.30, carting a whole lot of bags which include the breakfast which will see him through the next 10 hours.
And what was this healthful repast, I hear you ask. Was it
- a big bowl of muesli with freshly foraged nuts and berries?
- a raw mammoth steak dripping with protein?
- a full English to stick in the microwave?
It was not. It was two pain au chocolat in a freezer bag.
How middle class is he?