footy mum.

Really what I want to do is to say nothing - and leave you wondering - what? is? my? Mother? doing?


But a little explanation might be helpful. The weather turned this morning, as it does up here in the high country and the visitors were unprepared. Dad asked for a top to put on as he was going out to the garage. So I left two jumpers on his bed. Next thing, Mum and Dad both arrive in the kitchen wearing a top each. This one is Paul's old Parramatta jersey that is well over 20 years old.
Paul comes home a little later and wonders what on earth is going on.
Later in the morning Paul hands Mum the footy, "though you might like to hang on to this"

And so the footy cooking "grand"mum is born.