So, last Sunday, mini rugby training session completed, I was heading in to the club house with my youngest (Widget) when
I hesitated for a millisecond and then came to my senses.
"Gav!" I said, in full-on familiar terms. "Got a sec? I have someone who'd love to meet you!"
And before he could gather his thought(s), I hauled Widget out of the club house, crouched down next to him and asked, "Know who this is?"
From the mouths of babes, as they say.
A few days later and I am returning from a business conference in the City, when I spot
something someone a renown figure, descending the steps to the tube.
Now how I recognised this (former) bastion of the England national rugby team is a mystery as I was walking behind him, but let's leave it at that.
I alighted the tube, so did he. I sat down. So did he. Opposite me. I became somewhat entranced by the surreal - and loud - conversation two teenage girls were having nearby. So did he. I rolled my eyes. He smiled at me.
And then got off at the next stop.
One player in particular was worthy of my lung power.
I laid bare my thoughts via Twitter, as you do.
I am following him avidly, am considering adoption, and might even go as far as undertaking laundry fairy services should he take up my offer.
Don't worry. I will come to my senses shortly.
About the laundry, that is.