Trumpets, Bombay and the French
Earlier last night we watched the rugby (New Zealand vs France). Well, everyone else watched it and I played guitar in my room and had a nap. Naps rock. Apparently we lost and had bad defense – boo us.
After my uber power-nap all the adults went out partying. I was shocked.
Ethan, Anna and I stayed here and chilled out. Well, they chilled out in the lounge and I had another nap. When I got up we listened to The Smiths and jazz. Hence trumpets.
Whilst music happened, Ethan developed an obsession with perfectly sifting through bombay mix and getting the three main ingredients into a well organised group on their own. This didn’t work too well because he was trying to do it all in the same big bowl. Also Anna kept eating it. The bombay, not the bowl.
