So wrong-footed

And to that vomit inducing 21st wedding anniversary picture…

“I imagine that’s why he was so good at his job,” eldest son mused, looking at the snap. “He’s got great feet.”

“What?” I huffed. “Great feet for putting up as he sat around chillaxing while the country went to pot?”

“Bit unfair Mum,” he replied. “OK, he just sits around nowadays while his wife goes out to work. But he did score us the greatest free kick in history.”

Wrong David, love. Wrong David.