On a lighter note, last night Rupert taught me how to play frisbee.

Yes I know I am 26 years old. My Mum is 50+ and never played it either.

We went to the park which is 20 seconds away and found a spot where I could do no damage.

Rupert threw the frisbee to me, I missed so went to pick it up, infact I think I only caught the bloody thing twice. I threw it back. It went nowhere near him.

When Roop threw it, it was really stable, when I did it, it looked like a Alien on its first UFO flying lesson. It was all over the shop. Rupert was shouting helpful things like "Flick your wrists not your arm" ummm OK...!

At one point I threw it properly but it went in the wrong direction and hit a tree, the couple who were walking past started to snigger. Yea bugger off, you couldn't play frisbee at one time.

Rupert of course was good at it, he is like the kid at school who was good at everything, you know the ones. He was throwing it miles into the air and it would come straight back to him, I thought only boomerangs could come back..?

Well after and hour or so we got peckish and decided to call it a night. We got some food then when it was dark went out looking for the Shooting Star thing, I have never seen a shooting star so was really looking forward to it.

Did I see any...? did I hell. Not one bloody star shot anywhere.

I am going back out tonight and I am going to wait. So Mr.Star best get shooting or I will not be a happy bunny.

** 0 Comments**