It seemed a lot longer than a week since I had been rolling Brazilian Jui Jitsu on the mats.
A
lot had happened or maybe it just felt like that.
1) We had exchanged our second round of foreign exchange students for….foreign exchange students.
Our students from France and Germany bid us a fond farewell. I know Anna was
trying to give a sincere heartfelt goodbye especially to the one that got eye liner on the
carpet.
2) With the arrival of two Austrian
girls our upstairs spare room now sounded more like downtown Vienna. Unbeknown
to them their unprompted acts of clearing their plates, loading the dishwasher
and taking their shoes off before being asked probably put them in instant
silver medal position behind our first week Danish student. She did
all of that but also brought Anna chocolate and offered to try and get William
to eat his breakfast.
“William you need to listen, taking
your spoon in your hand and eat your breakfast, you are a big boy starting the school
soon!”
“And you need to ring and tell your
Mum you’re never coming home you’re a keeper and maybe our best chance and
training our son slash wolf cub.”
3) Our friends who had moved to Gran
Canaria last year came to visit for their annual trip back to the Motherland. I
saw this as a great opportunity for booking in two sea swim round the buoys
followed by Doom bar and curry nights. These were sanctioned by Anna in the
name of friendship and international relations. And quite possibly the chance
of a discounted family holiday in the future.
4) My mate Dave will also find himself in
several of MC Wrapper’s future songs. I am hoping two bags of crisps and the
third round of beers will satisfy him in the way of royalties.
5) Pride descended on the city and
you would have been correct in thinking that it was the end of days if you had
accompanied me on my seafront patrol on Sunday morning. The fact that we
always have two officers for this patrol highlights the obvious risks.
“Did it rain last night?”
“No mate that’s not a puddle of
water, it’s yellow and steaming!”
“Whoever dropped their wallet in it
might want to give it a wash!”
I had thrown myself into creating songs for the MC Wrapper to perform in
an attempt to build a Utube channel. Getting shots for the accompanying video
wasn’t easy and clearly testing my wife’s patience.
“Darling can you just hold this for five seconds!”
“Yeah nice try! I’m not falling for
that one again!”
So as you
can see important as rolling and trying to perfect my lasso is there is
often other family and life stuff that will have to trump it.
This was the
first class I had ever done taken by the new black belt Mario. It was a great
class and running through a lot of drills was really helpful especially for
an old duffer like me with a head full of life and work stuff.
There was
about 45 minutes of rolling afterwards which also gave me the chance to get the
three shots I needed for the next two MC Wrapper songs.
My climb to
base camp "Blue belt first stripe" continues as to does MC Wrapper's attempt to
become the 3rd maybe 4th most famous white rapper in
Saltdean, East Sussex.
For a very
childish song about flatulence please watch this space. It’s on it’s way…brraaaaap!
Sorry!
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