Summer Holidays

Well - as someone pointed out no one appears to comment very often on my blog... boo hoo I'm so unpopular!

Rachel rolls her eyes

No offense to anyone who actually reads my blog but I post because I enjoy it... I'm under no illusions of grandure, unlike some people I might mention.

Anyway - I'm on the first day of my holidays... and I'm doing housework! I mean, what's that all about?! The sun is shining...I've got beers in the fridge... and most importantly I'm not stuck in the office all day - so I guess I shouldn't complain eh?

We're due to travel up north to visit my family on Wednesday and I can't wait. It's going to be great to see my Mum and Dad but I'm especially excited about meeting my little nephew Will for the first time. It'll be good to spend time with David and Laura too.

It's going to be good to spend some quality time with Mike as well - although I'm not sure I'll be able to drag him away from the television... considering that the world cup AND Wimbledon is on. Rachel rolls her eyes again

Wish me luck.

For My Dad...

Father's Day Poem

A Dad is a person who is loving and kind,

And often he knows what you have on your mind.

He's someone who listens, suggests, and defends.

A dad can be one of your very best friends!

He's proud of your triumphs,

but when things go wrong,

A dad can be patient and helpful and strong

In all that you do, a dad's love plays a part.

There's always a place for him deep in your heart.

And each year that passes,

you're even more glad,

More grateful and proud just to call him your dad!

Thank you, Dad...

for listening and caring,

for giving and sharing,

but, especially, for just being you!

Happy Father's Day.

Author Unknown

Dad - You're my hero!

Love you

xxx

Auntie Rachel

My brother David and my sister in law Laura had a gorgeous baby boy last night.

Wow! I can't believe that annoying big brother of mine... the same one who used to build dens and play star wars with me... the same one who used to tickle me till I cried... the same one who used to beat me up and tease me mercilessly... is now a Dad!

I'm so proud of you guys!!

June

June is finally here and after a bit of a rocky start the weather is starting to improve and it finally feels a little more like Summer. Today is turning out to be nice and warm, the sun is shining, the birds are tweeting and I’m stuck inside… in the office… again!

What I wouldn’t give for a job that allowed me to work outside more. Perhaps I should indicate to my boss that a laptop is an essential requirement to my job… that along with a wireless connection… a deckchair… a picnic table… plenty of sun cream and a large cocktail… with one of those little umbrellas in it!

Think he’ll go for it?

So – today is 06.06.06 is it?

666 The Mark of The Beast…Dun Dun Duuuuuuuuun!!!!! (Que the hammer horror music)

What a pile of hyped up, misguided, superstitious nonsense! Honestly, I think the media would hype up anything to get people going. And here’s me thinking human beings are supposed to be intelligent and evolved? PAH! Sometimes I think we’re stuck in the dark ages – next we’ll be back to burning witches at the stake and proclaiming the world to be flat!

The World Cup starts in a week. Oh JOY! Another excuse for testosterone filled men to fight about something inconsequential. Sorry to disappoint you lads… but IT’S ONLY A GAME!!! The world is going footie mad, it’s on the tele, in the papers, people are talking about it… arguing about it… even the politicians are getting involved… I mean… COME ON!! Surely there are more important matters for our ‘leaders’ to be discussing other than who should be supporting England in the World Cup! Is it just me? Or has the world gone mad?!

And no – I won’t be supporting England in the World Cup. Why?


1. I don’t class myself as being English

2. I’m so sick of the media’s hype of England’s chances of winning that I’m actually beginning to hope they knocked out in the first stages. (Sorry Dad and Bro!)

3. If I hear the John Motson mention 1966 one more time I’m likely to have an uncontrollable urge to shove a football up his rear end.

4. I have better things to do with my time.


So – what will I being doing for the four weeks our televisions and lives are taken over by The World Cup?

Something else.