Hooray! I opened a six pack of Coca-Cola this morning and found that I’d won a free itune – now all I need is the ipod to go with it and I’ll be well away. That’s the story of my life – if I do actually win something, it’s usually of no use to me what so ever.

Take the time I won a prize in the Red Cross Disabled Club raffle one Christmas. I must have been about 10 at the time and my mum had put my name on the raffle tickets she had brought. We got a phone call to say I had won a prize and was it OK to drop it in. I then spend the next couple of hours wondering what I’d won – the box of chocolates? Or the luxury gift hamper, or better still the £20.00 Woolworth’s gift voucher. I could buy a new Sindy doll. Yes, it was Sindy back then, not the stick thin Barbie we have now a days. Sindy was a doll with the figure of a real woman; she didn’t diet or under go plastic surgery.

So the lady turned up bearing my prize – Ooooh the excitement of it all, what had I won? I’ll tell you shall I; I’d won half a dozen mince pies. I don’t like mince pies. I’ve never like mince pies. It got worse. When mum tried to bite into one, they were rock hard, totally uneatable. They bounced if you dropped them on the kitchen floor. I think whoever made them used cement instead of flour. We put them outside for the birds to eat and that’s where they stayed for 3 days until they were thrown in the dustbin. Even the birds couldn’t eat them.

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I have the computer to myself with no interruptions today. Himself and Matt have taken the dogs and gone beating for a local shoot. Now I don’t like the idea of shooting anything – animal lover that I am, but it’s not my decision it’s theirs. They enjoy it and who am I to say otherwise. Himself has always supported me whenever I want to do something. I made him read Conkers the other day and waited for the reaction – there wasn’t one. Very good he said, what are we going to have for tea? Yes, thank you very much, do you have any idea how difficult I found that to write, my first smutty story – totally Scally’s fault, terrible influence. It’s just the blog he never gets to see – confessions are all well and good, but if I’d have wanted to confess to him, I’ve had told him to his face – yeah, you’re right - not a bat in hells chance.

Anyway I am going to have a nose about, Scally tells me Cobweb has updated and I know Gillibran has – and then I might just have a go at the next part of James and Jay. Jay is probably now suffering from hyperthermia or frost bite at the very least!

Have a nice weekend