Ken dragged his girls to watch Pozzuolo versus some obscure village football team, one freezing Sunday afternoon, when the wind was blowing a gale and the nose hairs were congealing.
A few days later, to ensure the heroic kids had survived, we had them round for a mini-pancake party.
The girls were angels but somehow spinach was splashed half way up the dining room hall (right behind Ken's head?!? a giveaway?) and Cristian got the entire machine floating in nutella and whipped cream...
The Murphys minus Danica.
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