Footy Practice

I had a lazy morning with my Mummy this morning whilst Daddy was at school, but when Daddy came home we had a bit of footy practice. There is a bit of an argument about who I will play for when I'm big - Scotland or England. Mummy says I'll play for Scotland, but Daddy says I'll play for England, unless I'm not good enough, then I'll play for Scotland. I think he says it just to wind Mummy up. Daddy says I have to learn to kick with both feet as no-one wants a one-footed player - but I've watched quiet a bit of football and I've never seen a one-footed player. It's difficult to learn to kick when I can't stand yet, but I suppose it's best to start early (and I get to wear my Derby County trackie that Grandpa and Gran (G) got me!) After that we had a trip to the The Fort because it's Tasha's birthday soon - but I'm not telling you what I got - it's a surprise.