I've been trying to attend everything at school, usually late for most things but I'm trying!
I'm also trying to work a few extra hours, not because I want to but because they pay me - actually what I want to do all day is stay at home and decorate, clean and garden (generally faff about as The Builder would say) - I'm a bit boring that way!
The builder has not been sleeping well partly to do with his "ladies hips" (see earlier post) and partly to do with the worry over his work. I'm not sleeping too well either, and that's due to these incredibly hot, sticky, tropical nights we're having in the East of England, sweltering aren't they?
What did you say? They're not hot?
Is it just this house then?
It can't just be me surely, as I approach 50....??
Anyway the cricket schedule has been going at full pelt and it's hard to keep up, it should slow down slightly now as the school matches have finished. But as Number 2 son's team have won the County Cup and now go through to the Regional rounds I see more cricket and travelling ahead.
The inclement weather hasn't helped, matches are on, then off, then on again, then off again, then re-scheduled for another day! The wet ground is great for cricket kit, you know they play in white? Who's idea was that? Boys; dressed in white; running around on a muddy waterlogged field; skidding on their knees to catch a ball. This is what you get....
|(You get muddy whites, not a wonky photo!) imagine this times 4, 3-4 days a week!|
Most Mondays my washing line looks like this, I think I've used this photo before, it's not recent and I can't for the life of me think why I'd have a photo of my washing line saved on the computer
if it wasn't for the blog!
|Excuse the sorry state of the garden and the fence, I'd like to say it's being replaced soon, it's on the list but, |
well, you know the story!
Well we try to keep up with life but sometimes, when there's an evening with no cricket (was there such an evening? Really?), and we sit in front of the TV for 5 minutes. We mean to have a chat, maybe a glass of something, once the kids are in bed or at least in their rooms. But more often than not it doesn't work out like that. One evening last week I woke up on the sofa, at 10pm, (I may or may not have been dribbling a little!). The Builder was snoring away on the other sofa and on my lap was a note....
Bless her little cotton socks!
Poor kids having such old, infirm parents (one of whom is hot, very, very hot!)!