Dib, dib, dib

Dob, dob, dob...

My little Beanie has come of age and joined the Cubs this evening. The fascistic jokes are over his head, but what else is a parent to do? I met the Akala and she seemed like a female Basil Fawlty alright; very good with her woggle and whistle.

Kim came out after an hour and a quarter of fun and games, full of enthusiasm and keen to go again. But next week he wants the uniform...he was warned of the passing fascist fads in his paternal lineage (a certain Auntie Linda was supposed to have been an exceedingly keen Brownie, until she got the uniform and never went again), but nothing can dissuade him. After only one session he's committed to doing his best - for an hour a week at least!