Tuesday 8 April 2014

Credo site

I want enough time to creosote a shed on a pen. That all. No trips to the local Mecca of shopping the Trafford Centre, no spray tans, no plasticky spade shaped fingernails, just a break in the weather and two out of three children cooperating so I can spend an hour or two doing something I'd like to. I'd also like the opportunity to wear my brand new trainers that were specially fitted for my stride and which have been waiting six months for me to test drive them. A combination of the weather, hills and sick children have prevented my progression as a runner. These things, my "interests", are a tenuous part of my life. I have the interest but not the opportunity. Taking up running at my age needs to be a measured approach from both mine and the public's view. It must be a scary encounter having a three stone overweight very short pensioner lumbering towards you, blue in the face, tongue rolling out and eyes protruding. I wouldn't like to experience it so I'm mindful of others. Meanwhile my trainers linger like pork sausages at a bar mitzvah (and probably smell like them too!)


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Monday 7 April 2014

Bedroom Tidying

Two big boys and a little boy have been tidying a bedroom since 11.45 and it's now 16.10 pm. I am fed up of hearing "I didn't bring that up/that's not mine/ he's not doing anything/why should I do it?" That I could cry with frustration. What prevents them from taking responsibility and getting on with the job???? Two hours maximum if they'd been in their "helpful" attitude. Two hours maybe less to clean a room that hasn't been sorted for 4 weeks.     : (((((((


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