Good grief, nearly Friday already and my week off work is very nearly over. So what have I got to show for it? A lot of errors in what you're about to read for a start :-) There are a few photo's of 'branches & things', as Scally calls my artistic endeavours. The cheeky moo, you can so go off people.

Mmm…yet another story started and progressing nicely towards the middle, of course it may never reach the end but at least this one seems to be writing itself. We’ll pass on the other stories, I think they’re just going to stay where they are for the time being in the hope that one day a miracle will happen and they’ll be resurrected. Nearly Easter after all. Oh, I brought 3 Easter eggs when I went shopping – impressed aren’t you? It kind of sums up the excitement of the last few days.

I don’t really have a lot to show for my time off other than I’m now a Virtuoso Pyrotechnist when it comes to playing Rocket Mania, my freezers have been defrosted and I appear to have perfected the art of lying in bed passed 9 a.m. Well, when I say lying in bed I'm not counting Monday & Wednesday when I got up to take youngest to his work placement – although I could have crowned him on Wednesday when just before we were leaving he decided that he’d rather go on his bike.

The weather around here is hardly conducive to me going out for a walk although I did venture out for an hour on Wednesday to take the dogs on the common. Unfortunately it’s a sad fact of life that woman are wary when out walking alone so my favourite walk in the forest was a no go.



Mind you it was quite nice walking on the common instead (a hell of a lot more people around, so it feels safer). I used to play there as a child. We used to run off the sand bank and see how far we could jump. I remember it being really big but there's hardly anything left of it now, just a small circle of sand.


We used to go paddling in the stream, even on the hottest of days the water was icy cold and you had to be careful not to slip on the rocks underneath. We played ‘Pooh Sticks’ from one side of the bridge to the other, not that we could ever decide who won – we all claimed that the first stick through was ours.

The pool on the other side was a lot deeper and we’d swing off the rope swing into the middle of it. That’s all grown over now with reeds.

I remember Tracy & I taking the kids down there for a walk during one summer holiday. They happily played walking across the logs in the shallow places whilst we sat on the bank (you already know what kind of mother I am - so I won't try and explain my way out of the safety issues involved in that one).

Of course youngest son had to lose his footing and his one leg slipped in. There was some very, very smelly mud by the side of that log and he sank to high heaven when we eventually pulled his leg out. Of course the rescue was hampered by the fact that no one could stop laughing.


Our kids have of course grown up now, the eldest is 21 in November and the youngest nearly 16, but surprisingly enough they can all remember that day. It’s nice to think that they have good memories too and their life hasn’t been centred around computer games like so many kids these days.