I had a really crap nights sleep last night, no idea why but I seemed to spend hours awake and when I did fall asleep it was to dream convoluted and scary dreams about chickens :lol:. Ady left for London at about 5am and then my Dad, who is never late for anything ever cut it very fine to get here this morning to look after D and S while I went to work. Dad has Stuff Going On atm, not all of which I’ve talked to him about but he gave me a hug and kiss this morning which he appeared in need of so things are clearly tough :(.
Ady was on TV selling 3 products all of which sold out. Teasing him aside I am very proud of him and his QVCing. Not because he’s on telly which frankly I couldn’t care less about but because he has risen to a new challenge, utterly unlike anything he’s ever done before, something which I sincerely doubt I could pull off and not only is he doing it but he is doing it well. The rewards for it are yet to come in really but to be able to say he is appearing on live national tv pretty much twice a week and achieveing tangible results from his efforts is surely something to be commended. 🙂
My morning at work was good. I spent 2 hours playing with crepe paper and staple guns to create a display, an hour sat at the enquiry desk and my teabreak talking to Tom and Sara, the Saturday assistants who are both off to uni in September about their plans and dreams.
I arrived home within moments of Ady and Dad stayed to have lunch with us and see Pompey win the semi final of the FA cup. Clearly this was a big deal for Ady ;).
Davies and Scarlett have been getting on well today and played upstairs together for ages. I sat around for a couple of hours and then decided to go for a walk. I’ve been fairly low key about it but I have this plan to hit 35 (January) in better shape than I met 34. This involves one small positive change a month and I started in Feburary with drinking more water. In March I upped my fruit and vegetable consumption and in April I am aiming to include some excercise into my life. I walked down to the seafront, which I reckon must be 1.5miles and back at pushing myself all the way pace. And I nearly died. Twice! I was wearing utterly unsuitable footwear which I have huge blisters on both feet to show, didn’t take any water and probably wasn’t really well dressed for it either. On the way down to the beach I waved at the driver and all the people on the miniature train going round the park next to the sea, on the way back I waved at Lucy and The Rs who passed me in the car because obviously if you are going to go out walking in unsuitable footwear and clothing you need to draw attention to yourself and see people you know to fully acknowlegde your red faced wheezing pain suffering self along the way :lol:.
I had a bath when I got back -Davies ran it for me, lovely child 🙂 which Scarlett ambushed and shared with me before we all sat down to watch Doctor Who. Davies and I also watched Doctor Who Confidential afterarwards which was good. Tarly went to sleep fairly quickly but Davies kept coming back downstairs to join in with Ady and I while we listened to loud music in the kitchen while cooking dinner. We watched 10 items or less which I really enjoyed once I got passed Morgan Freeman not playing God (which actually he still sort of was :lol:).
Tomorrow, just for a change we have nothing planned. Bet it doesn’t work out that way ;).