Extraordinary resilience

No the titleof this post does not refer to the people of New Orleans, but rather to the blessed Sophie Clark who with her sister Kate in tow went to the show today. I felt quite safe letting them go, after all the Bureau of Meteorology had said there would be 'clearing showers'...if you look at their site (here) it says:

"Rain periods, easing to a shower or two chiefly
about the hills overnight. Cool with light to moderate southeast to east winds"

Well it appears to have rained...and that's putting it politely....all day. Still, when I rang daughter no. 3 who is now off to the football with mother and wife no.1(thank goodness I am qualified to be a bishop..and that's to say the lesbyter or least).
She said...the daughter of wisdom that is...."It's great"..Are you wet, I asked...She just ignored the question. No, ignored is the wrong word...it did not even register. What it is to be a child at the show!
I, a few years ago, was persuaded to go on the 'Mad Mouse'. I should have known better when the assistant said...."Sir, you should remove your glasses!" By then it was too late. And when did I become "Sir!"?
I understood more about the Show from that time onwards. And I have always felt brave enough to never again go on a ride that would fill me with regret.
Any way Sophie, the daughter of wisdom, just rang from outside Football Park to day "Daddy I want to come home!!!".....what it is on the even of Father's Day to know that you are 'Daddy'.
Tired out I had to assure her that the future of the Adelaide Crows depends entirely on her. She sits in her Aunt's car desperately hoping this wonderful day will end in sleep again.
Ahhhhh! remember Braystones and holidays of one's youth......but that's another story