. it was agreed . rose wold come early to watch the opening events with eve , and i would join them for those in which felix and lucas were competing - the sack race , egg , and spoon , sprint , high jump . there was , in addition , a dire formof advanced torture called the parents ' race , which lucas informed me , i was exp0ected to win .
sports day minus twelve hours . felix and lucas dragged me into the garden after their supper . they wanted to practice running and ther three -legged race . i priotested that they would get indigestion but felix pulled at my arm and said ," olease ."
thus it was i found myself standing patiently- an adverb that had many nuances - with my watch in my hand as the boys pelted up and down the lawn until lucas turned pale and announced he felt sick .
sports day minus five hours . the starlings were roosting outside the bedroom door again . it was five to six in the morning . lucas snuck into the room and climbed onto the bed and nuzzled me ." mummy , you must come ."
" why ?" i squinted at him . he was in his dressing gown .
" come and see . persisted the voice in my car .
somehow . i got out of bed and stumbled into the boys ' room .there , neatly laid out on his bed , was felix's sport kit . t-shirt , navy blue shorts , white plimsolls , and white socks , " have i got it right , mumy ?" he asked .
luicas said , " look at me ," and tore off hit dressing gown . he was wearing his - but his t-shirt was back to front . he mimed a couple of air punches and dropped to one knee " ready , stteady ...go ."
" come here , lukey . you've got your t-shirt on wrong "
felix scrabbled under the bed and , with an air of triumph produced my trainers , which he must taken from wardrobe , and laid them at my feet .
sports day minus twelve hours . felix and lucas dragged me into the garden after their supper . they wanted to practice running and ther three -legged race . i priotested that they would get indigestion but felix pulled at my arm and said ," olease ."
thus it was i found myself standing patiently- an adverb that had many nuances - with my watch in my hand as the boys pelted up and down the lawn until lucas turned pale and announced he felt sick .
sports day minus five hours . the starlings were roosting outside the bedroom door again . it was five to six in the morning . lucas snuck into the room and climbed onto the bed and nuzzled me ." mummy , you must come ."
" why ?" i squinted at him . he was in his dressing gown .
" come and see . persisted the voice in my car .
somehow . i got out of bed and stumbled into the boys ' room .there , neatly laid out on his bed , was felix's sport kit . t-shirt , navy blue shorts , white plimsolls , and white socks , " have i got it right , mumy ?" he asked .
luicas said , " look at me ," and tore off hit dressing gown . he was wearing his - but his t-shirt was back to front . he mimed a couple of air punches and dropped to one knee " ready , stteady ...go ."
" come here , lukey . you've got your t-shirt on wrong "
felix scrabbled under the bed and , with an air of triumph produced my trainers , which he must taken from wardrobe , and laid them at my feet .
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