With the Rugby World Cup being held here at the moment, our household is currently rugby-mad. Well, even more so than usual. In the spirit of all things rugby, Grace tried her hand at supporter face paint. The results of which no amount of Napisan could budge from the white collar.
Hard to tell which team she was going for with this colour scheme. And for future reference, green face-paint is equally difficult to remove from skin. Three days later Grace's face still bears a sickly green tinge despite repeated scrubbing.
Then there was the small matter of the flag raising.
Which, I'm relieved to say, did not end as I had feared when I first watched Bern climb that tree with a saw hanging from his belt, egged on by his little supporters. Or the second time, when he had to lop a few more branches that were stopping the flag from flying in all its glory. Or the third time, when the flag got snagged and didn't fly at all. Or the fourth. Or the fifth. Get the picture?
As the World Cup has progressed there have been lots of shenanigans...
monumental hangovers...
dedicated supporters...
and, of course, just a bit of rugby.
And with the All Blacks playing France in the upcoming final, I have no doubt there will be a whole lot more of the aforementioned antics before this World Cup is finished.
