Thursday, 22 October 2009

Banana anybody?

The rugby club were playing up in the north of France on Saturday. DH, who plans the next meal as he's eating the current meal, realised a couple of days before that Dear Son (16) and Dear Son (14) would have to eat their lunch at 11 am, travel on the coach for a couple of hours, then play rugby at 4pm without having anything further to eat. Didn't occur to me, does that mean I'm an unfit mother?

Anyway, he had the bright idea that what was needed was a snack lunch for the whole club before they went onto the pitch. Off he went to the supermarket and bought 50 bananas and 50 cereal bars. What he didn't anticipate, however, was that once they got to the north of France, the group divided up and half the team left the bus to be taken to another rugby ground. We now have dozens of bananas, all going over-ripe and with the best will in the world, we can't seem to eat them faster than they're turning black. I mean, I quite like bananas, but this too much for me. At least the cereal bars will keep till we get back from hols (bring it on!).

A lesson learned? Don't think so!

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