Family life

There can't be many 13 year-old boys who come back from playing rugby on a Sunday afternoon, clean themselves up and head straight for the kitchen to start making bread.

The Big Fella just popped his head round the door to tell me he's made the dough, the oven's on and his olive bread will be ready around dinner time.

I'm looking forward to it. And I'm not just saying this for the sake of it - his bread is really good.

Update
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