If you can’t beat them, join them
When the midwife handed me my second son, I knew I was destined to live in a male dominated household. It would mean an absence of long, leisurely trips round the shops, a paucity of rom coms (I’m allowed to watch two a year – my birthday and mother’s day) and a life-time of picking up crumpled towels and replacing them, neatly folded, onto the towel rail. This summer I realised it also meant watching a lot – and I mean a lot – of sport.
Not that I don’t enjoy sport. My father loved cricket, my brother was (and still is) a big rugby fan. I had a crush on the footballer Emlyn Hughes – and later Michael Owen. Watching Seve Ballesteros storm the fairways (and car parks) in full Spanish flow sparked an interest in golf. I play and love to watch tennis. But there’s enjoying sport and there’s … well, having it dominate your life. It seems my family want to see every football match, watch every grand prix, play cricket every weekend …
So here is my summer, in pictures.
- Whisper it though – I’ve enjoyed every moment. Far easier to embrace their sporting interest than fight it. Far nicer to be with my family than not. Besides, watching the likes of Jenson Button and Jos Buttler this summer hasn’t exactly been a hardship.
Oh, and neither has watching my sons and husband play cricket… (did I just add that in time?!)