A little diversion for the weekend.
Mrs W was out. While the cat’s away…
It had been ages since my son and I had wrestled. I waited until I could hear him opening the front door. Surprise was on my side and I lunged with a sliding tackle but he used a stiff-arm fend to push me back. And I was taken aback. What godforsaken sport has he been watching in his spare time?
“Too slow, Shirley Crabtree.”