The excitement is tangible as we’re now less than a month away from the start of the Rugby World Cup kick-off in New Zealand.
We’re a rugby-mad family and with a few friends playing in the competition this year – and my son’s first ever experience of the brotherhood coming together to play – I’m energised like a six-year-old who has had too many lollipops.
To get into the spirit of things, we’re planning to have some friends over from far flung lands (Wales).
Although Jack is only a year old, I want him to enjoy the frivolity and so I’ve just tried to buy him his first England rugby shirt.
Sadly, it’s more expensive than the adult version.
So, taking advantage of the fact that he won’t really have a clue what is going on, I’ve gone for a slightly cheaper option.
I’ve bought him a little plain white T-shirt and then drawn the red rose on myself.
Although, in fairness, it just looks a bit like Mick Jagger blowing a kiss.