Blog from an oval world
Blog from an oval world
My house is your house
Tonino came round the other day, while I was painting my flat.
I hadn't seen him for a couple of years.
But he didn't waste time on formalities. Just picked up a brush, as if we'd been working together all day, and he'd been off on a coffee break.
“Ciao” he said, “Come va?” and dipped into the whitewash. As if he'd never been away.
As if my house was his house.
Because Tonino's like family.
My bike broke down on the by-pass last year. But I wasn't worried. I knew the first biker who was passing would stop and help me out. Which they did, of course.
Because bikers are like family.
And if like us, you love and live your rugby team, you'll know where I'm going with this. I don't have to explain. You'll have that understanding. You'll feel it when you meet new people who love and live their teams.
And you'll know too why I'm starting this blog. Though there are thousands around already.
Because there are never enough places for family members to meet.
And I'd love to hear your views.
On anything. That's up to you. Because my house is your house.
Friday, 31 August 2012