The tremendous twos and those ever-repeatable burps

COMMENT: Pompey and the uni will make great partners

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I have been behaving like a child. I make no apology, it’s been brilliant. A couple of friends and their two-year-old son stayed for the night.

To say it was exhausting is an understatement. I played a host of made up games that involved a blue marble and a plastic pot. I learned that a yellow plastic cone could double as a wedge of cheese for a mouse to eat. And I learned the extinction of the dinosaurs was caused by an errant police car on its way to the skirting board.

I’ve learned new words, new games, and a new delight for sitting on the floor.

What did I give my new friend in return? The excuse to say burp, burp, burp all the way home from playgroup in his mum’s car after a game ended with me repeating it over and over again. Sorry mum!