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Life’s what you make of it

Potential trauma today. Excited little chap popped from the car like a cork from a bottle, and bounced to his sport class this evening. Only to find it cancelled, with the message unreceived.

He took it really well. Disappointed, grumpy, but really digging in. 

There was nothing for it but ice cream. When you see this, there’s no other way of saying it. Life’s what you make of it. 

Personal views of a wordsmithing, sartorialist, horn-playing, state school Oxonian dad, rugby ref, recovering politico, and fan of vintage tailoring, Ralph Lauren style, and sharp writing.

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