Yesterday I went to the park near my house with Emile and Sabs and a 12 year old and we tried to play Tiggy (which I hadn’t played since primary school) and I was huffing and puffing after about two minutes of it. It’s just as well we didn’t attempt to play Forty-Forty because I’m quite sure I would’ve passed out quietly behind a bush or something from the excitement of being a kid all over again if not the actual physical exertion itself. 

I’m also quite certain gyms are a complete waste of money, so are yoga and swimming and boxing and whatever else lessons you can think of. We should all just rent a 12 year old for an hour every day. All they want is Coca-Cola and some weird lolly called “Fads”.

Food currency rocks.