Ooof!

TomTom rugby tackled me in the scullery, so I reached for his belt and lifted his rear end with one hand so he no longer had traction on the ground.

Uh Oh! Something ‘went’ in my lower back there! I lowered his butt and bent down and caught my breath. Ooof!

‘What’s wrong, Dad?’

Nothing.

Will have to think twice before doing anything like that again!

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‘What’s that under your eye, Dad?’ asks Jess.

I go to the mirror to wipe away a speck of dirt or maybe some ‘sleep’.

But no, it’s a sag bag under my left eye! A great big bag has suddenly ballooned!

So my right eye looks 60 and my left eye looks 80.

Farkin’ splendid.

I have aged twenty years in one weekend!

I took a selfie.

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Got rid of the lil bastids and went for a walk in the Palmiet.

With adults.

Older than me.

That was better.