A Non-drip Iron…………………..Maybe Not

trafficjamshutterstock_74043355So another weekend is almost over and yet again I’m sat here wondering where it’s gone. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been a busy one (when is it anything else) but does it have to go so fast. Granted most of Saturday was spent in an alcoholic haze, I didn’t have a hangover, mainly because it was dinnertime before I started to sober up, but I sure as hell knew I’d been out. Yep, Friday night was the staff Christmas night out and yet again I sort of forgot  I’m not 21 anymore, too much dancing and far too much crappy lager (just how are they allowed to sell dishwater!) didn’t make for a lively Dawn. Not a good move really when we were heading to the rugby world cup – still I am proud to say that I was a member of the last man standing gang again so it was worth it…….I think!!

Yesterday we were Manchester bound to watch Australia and England (a girl can dream!) New Zealand play at Old Trafford, seemingly half the population of the UK were heading in the same direction. What should have been an hours journey took well over two, good job we set off early. Still it was a great afternoon out and I am now officially a world record holder – granted so were the other 75,000 people in the crowd but I can now add being part of the largest ever crowd at a rugby league World Cup Final to my other claims to fame (singing at the Royal Albert Hall and having one of The Brotherhood of Man as my babysitter!!)

So after a well deserved lie-in it today was ‘time to catch-up with the housework’ day -all was going well until the iron spluttered its last puff of steam and died -joy. So a quick trip to Homebase was called for, all was going well, I picked a new iron, paid and was back in the car within ten minutes. Then I realised my jeans were soaked (no I’m not at that age yet!!) there was water dripping from the box. So back in I went, the box was opened and it appeared someone had obviously  tried the iron, decided they didn’t like it and returned it -shame they didn’t think to empty the water out first. Shame some one managed to put it on the shop without realising it was leaking – still I got a fiver off for my trouble!!!

Another Weekend gone

Back to work tomorrow

Bring it on (!!!)

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Andrew Voss -sorted!

Andrew Voss -sorted!

So firstly apologies for a complete lack of blog recently. I’m not sure why, I have no excuses, I’ve just never got round to doing it, there’s always been something else to do. Homework, housework,homework, housework…… Anyway, I’ve finally got a spare five minutes so time for a quick catch up.

Half term came and went, I didn’t get anything done that I wanted to do, however Jack and I did do some walking, just for a change we got lost, and even better still nearly got run over by a goods train as the abandoned track we were walking on clearly wasn’t that abandoned -whoops.

I spent a day dressed as a camel   Giraffe  (yes I really did mix the two up!) all in the name of Children in Need. I wish we could wear onesies every Friday, roll out of bed and put your jim jams on -easy! Hubby fell off his bike and managed to chip his elbow, I’ve lost my cycling partner for six weeks. Jack managed to get a dead arse during a rugby game – it’s a new one on me. I can treat most things and am a dab hand at strapping up fingers, knees and arms -arses, no chance!!

I have officially been told I can start running, albeit on grass only and only for a few minutes – shame I’ve been back running on the road for the last few weeks. Well come on, how can I run on grass at this time of year. It’s dark, slippy and the way my luck goes I’ll end up lost or flat on my back or both. Pavement pounding is the only option!!

Junior rugby season has finally come to end- at last,some free time. The Rugby World Cup has been on and has been amazing  – if only England had made it to the final. Jack got to meet an Aussie commentator – Andrew Voss and declared he was sorted. Which I think is teenage speak for a great bloke.

But I end tonight’s blog with a tribute to a top guy -Steve Prescott. Steve was a great rugby player who, finally lost his seven-year battle with a rare stomach cancer two weeks ago. I met Steve five years ago when I was due to run the London Marathon for his foundation. Unfortunately I was diagnosed with severe anaemia and was unable to run, Despite battling his own illness, Steve took the time to ring and see how I was doing. With the help of my school the fundraising went ahead and we presented Steve with a cheque at half-time during a Wildcats game. He was so grateful for what we’d done and couldn’t thank the kids enough – a true legend.

Steve Prescott. Man of Steel

Steve Prescott.
Man of Steel

I promise to blog more often.

Honest!

Bring it on!

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