Saturday, 29 June 2013


To quote Blackadder:

"The path of my life is strewn with cowpats from the devil's own satanic herd."

Having just got over five days in bed with swollen glands and a temperature that reached 39.3, I returned to work this week. 

I just wanted a quiet, easy week to get back on my feet.

But no, on Thursday a parent managed to smash my wing mirror whilst my car was  parked in the school car park. 

She did leave her number and when I phoned her to arrange a repair she kept saying how annoyed she was, but it's me that has the inconvenience of driving on a motorway twice a day with a smashed mirror (not easy), had to go to the garage today to get a quote to replace it (£354) and have to wait while she decides whether to go through her insurance or just pay, then I have to get it repaired.

Better put my wellies on.

You know, for the cowpats!

Friday, 21 June 2013

Down with the Dreaded Lurgy

I woke up on Wednesday with swollen glands and feeling terrible: nausea, headache, aching all over, shivering, etc.

I took daughter to school and went to work as usual, as you do, but when I got there I felt so bad I went to see the nurse.  She took my temperature (37.9) and said

"Go home and go to bed, NOW!"

After sorting out my lessons for the day and arranging for hubby to pick daughter up from school I went home, got into bed and didn't move for nine hours.

In fact, I've been in bed for three days trying to bring my temperature down with paracetamol and ibuprofen.  I've pulled out of a concert I'm supposed to be singing in on Saturday, but the worst part is.................................

........................ I was supposed to go and watch Robbie Williams tonight at the Etihad Stadium!

Six months I've been looking forward to it.


Sunday, 16 June 2013

Enter the Dragon

It's been the usual busy, busy, busy recently, but nothing really worth blogging about. 

Until today.

Hubby has just finished a hectic few weeks of work, work, work and now has a bit more time to be with  us.  Hubby being hubby cannot sit still and suggested an afternoon out.  Of course, it's Father's Day, so we couldn't refuse.

What did he suggest?

Dragon Boat Racing!

Not us, we just went to spectate.

So we took the tram over to MediaCityUK and there, in front of the Blue Peter garden and next to the Lowry, was a Dragon Boat racing competition:

We watched the teams rowing their hearts out to the beat of the drums:

We popped into the Lowry to see the pictures (and for a cup of tea and a slice of cake), then back outside for the Grand Final:

Great fun for Father's Day!