Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud

Gerro came running up to me when he got back from school today.

He'd played in his first proper inter-school rugby match and couldn't wait to tell me ... and show me.

He was covered in red African mud.

And very excited about it.

I asked him what the score was.

He didn't know.

So I asked him who'd won.

But he didn't know that either.

He was just happy to be dirty!

Guy