What a Sunny Day

It has been a sunny day today has it not. At least in the south it has. Clear and bright and not at all breezy. Rather mild I daresn't say. I had a remarkably good run and last night Biscuit, one of my colleagues, remarked at how much it's like football doing this job. You can explain the rules in 5 minutes, you could watch a match and see what needs to happen, but to actually kick a ball to the right person at the right time, or know where to stand etc it takes a lot of practise and something else, a certain je ne sais quoi.
You're probably wondering why Biscuit; his name is John Seabourn, which became Seabiscuit and then just biscuit. Before you ask; yes I do have a nickname, and no; I'm not going to tell you what it is, although I am named after a character from the show Harry Enfield and Chums.
Of perhaps further interest, one of the instructors, Eugene, is absolutely brilliant. I counted seven "Oooh Aaaah" and two "What ho!" during a run in which I was coordinating. They've become the interjection of choice. Intonating them exactly is quite tricky, although imagine "oo aaah" as a kind of question and you'd be about right.