There's been a flurry of cricket just lately, not surprisingly given the time of year. School matches, club matches, county matches and the first game of the season for Little Miss (she did fine despite nerves). I spend a lot of time not knowing exactly where I'm supposed to be at any given time and rely a lot on the constant email and text reminders from various people who are clearly more organised than me. There often comes a text from a fellow parent saying "shall we share lifts" or "what time will you be at the pitch"; my reply, more times than I care to admit to, is "where are we going, just remind me...." or "erm which pitch is that?"
But my week began with a doctors appointment. I have had a spotty rash on my face for around 18 months now (teenage spots, did I hear you say? Thank you) They come and go; sometimes it's bad and sometimes it disappears but over time it has certainly got worse. Angry red spots on my cheek and nose (lovely!) Every time I thought about seeing the Doc they disappeared for a few days, as these things always do.
However I recently spent some time with a friend who I chatted to about my rash which at the time was quite visible, I was saying how it was getting me down as "I always look like I'm.... " before I could finish she jumped in with " a hardened drinker!", no I was actually going to say "sunburnt!"
I had thought I may look like a flushed, rosy cheeked farmer which I could go along with
but a drunkard? Erm No!
So off to the Docs I went and after much questioning I was diagnosed with Acne Rosacea and given antibiotic cream, so hopefully soon I will be back to my young and sober self!
The week didn't improve when I arrived home to find a demand for an unpaid bill. Apparently some weeks ago I had some beauty treatments which I had forgotten to pay for. I rarely have treatments although if I won the lottery I would actually move into a beauty salon, or maybe a spa., I love it. In a previous life many years ago I was a beauty therapist but right now I prefer to be a customer - if only finances would allow.
However I vaguely recall the treatments, I thought I'd paid, if not in cash but in kind. However the threatening note says that if I don't pay within 10 days the amount will increase.....better get my cash out!
If I don't pay up I may never be allowed back into "The Little Miss Bedroom Salon again!
She does do an excellent foot rub!
And finally to round things off Number 2 son came home from school with a letter regarding a compulsory cadet camp in July. Compulsory that we pay for it too! However it costs £55 and includes all transport, accommodation, food and activities for 5 days; he can be quite a handful so we may (this I couldn't possibly confirm or deny) have been a little keen for him to go on the camp. Where do we sign we thought!
He said he'd prefer to go on the other camp - there was another camp??
He explained that although he is in the RAF section he hadn't been included on the special RAF cadet camp as the spaces were limited and he really, really wanted to go on that one. So I hurriedly sent off several late night emails pleading for number 2 son to be considered for the RAF camp - apparently they get to fly on this one (I assume with a pilot?) It seems I pleaded his case well as he came home yesterday saying he was allowed to go, despite telling me the chap in charge had mainly chosen the "good boys" - Oh dear, I'm reading a lot into that comment!
We then received a copy of the letter with details of the camp from another parent, it appears I emailed before thinking it through, and have rather shot myself in the foot - this camp is £125!! Why did I not ask the price, was it my eagerness at the thought of him going on a 5 day trip that made me forget the essential questions like which dates, where to and how much?
I do love him really but a nearly 14 year old, very bright boy who knows everything and has never, ever, been wrong in his life can make for a stressful life!
I guess the beauty salon will have to wait a little longer for my money!