Monday, November 09, 2015

Me on Monday

Hello to all you Me on Mondayer's. A whole month has passed since I was here last. I apologise for not visiting you all.

On 1 October I increased my weekly working week. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Coincided with No.3 son starting secondary school and you know a little extra makes all the difference.

After a month I am still trying to find a balance. The work-life balance is working well. It's the rugby balance which seems more full on, more than in previous seasons. As well as weekly training sessions, we have morning games, afternoon games and it seems like an awful lot of tournaments.

This weekend for example... Saturday we left home at 8.30 am in the most horrendous weather conditions. No. 2 son played four games. We arrived home at 3pm. Thoroughly cold and wet through....and that was just me.

Sunday, we leave home around 9.20am for training10-12pm for No3 son with No1 son playing in the afternoon. Arrive home 3pm.

A whole weekend gone - more or less!

The increase in my working days, coupled with full on rugby weekends has left me with very little cutting and sticking time...sob. This isn't a moan. It just a way of me saying how our family life is changing slightly as the boys grow. It doesn't seem that long ago they were bathed and put to bed with a story at 7pm...leaving me to craft for a few hours. Especially when the hubster was on a late shift. These days we all sit together of an evening, it's not going to be long before they are off doing their own things so I mean to make the most of being with them...even if it means cutting and sticking will be a little limited.

Although I've been relaxing in the evenings...I've not been sitting idol... as soon as I can i'll share some pics with you.

I am hoping you are all good and I will get around to catch up with you all very very soon.

Leaving you with a photo from the RWC Fiji vs Uruguay game. Settled in our seats before the stadium filled up. 

Monday, October 05, 2015

Me on Monday

Would it surprise you if I said we had another weekend of rugby. It started with the Canadian team arriving in MK... the Canadian coach stopped outside work and the eagle eyed in our office spotted it. That night our local news covered the game and an interview with our club chairman. It was funny to see him pop up on TV.  It's quite something to have some of the hype on your doorstep.
Did you notice I slipped in a photo of me with England captain Chris Robshaw? :)  
My mother in law came to stay over the weekend. Bet she wished she'd chosen another weekend, one that wasn't dominated with rugby games. That's what happens in a house full of boys. We did pop out on Saturday for a tree top walk before drowning our sorrows after the England and Australia game.

Sunday came, all three boys had games. There were two losses, one draw... two hospital visits (not any of mine...but worrying all the same) ...  a medal and three pairs of achy legs, one sporting a massive and very sore looking bruise. Oh why couldn't they have been dancers or swimmers instead!

Tonight sees me hooking out our tickets for tomorrow nights RWC Fiji vs Uruguay game. We're all excited and i'll be back to let you know all about it.

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Joining Sian and all her Me on Mondayer's. 





Monday, September 28, 2015

Me on Monday

The weekend was one of washing machine buying, extractor fan changing, fifa playing, NCS graduating, pizza cooking and entertaining.

Seeing No1 son with the boys he's known since his first day at school here, makes me smile. They're always laughing. He's around 5ft 10/11 tall and looks like a midget next to the other three, who are all well over 6ft. He's on his tip toes in the middle row right hand photo.
All photos are from another mum who has a massive camera and takes super shots
It wouldn't have been a weekend without lots of rugby watching and playing.

We spent Saturday evening, just the five of us with chocolate, popcorn and beer, cheering on England. I often wonder what it would be like if my Grandad was still alive. With a name like Millwyn, he sure was Welsh. Born in Swansea, moved to West London with my nan (who passed away when I was seven, so I have a very little memory of her) There's no doubt he would have been outnumbered watching the game.

Sunday we rushed from his NCS graduation to his rugby match. Arriving five minutes before kick off. I 've never seen him move so fast. He was out of the car and flying up the stairs into he club faster than we could say "good luck". They played a good game but sadly lost. We arrived home for pizza, friends and the Ireland game. Sian...did you notice? we were cheering on Ireland.
While waiting for No1 son after his game. No2 son took the time to practise his kicking. I always think there's a lot of pressure on the kicker in a game. His determination will take him far.  After watching him, I'm in no doubt he can do it.

So there you have it...another weekend in my world, where sometimes it feels like all there is is Rugby! and rugby kit washing!

Today, Monday I was feeling tired. It might have something to do with all the wine we drank last night. It might have been because it was a fairly busy weekend. Nope....it was the wine! So while I was driving home from work No2 & 3 son...would you believe it, were still at school...for after school Rugby training!

You know sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I'd had girls :)

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Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Singapore sling.....

.......Margarita or Strawberry Daiquiri. 
What's your favourite cocktail? 
Stamps - Stampin up and Clearly Besotted
Me, I'm partial to a Pina Colado. For an evening out I would probably go for a Woo Woo. On holiday by the pool a Mojito. There really is one for all occasions.

I've learnt my lesson mixing cocktails over the years ( Lets just say, they may taste delicious...but they have an awful after effect :)  With so many to try it always seems a shame to stick to just one. But just one it is these days.

What's your favourite?

Monday, September 21, 2015

Me on Monday

Right now... I am at work, sitting at my desk trying to recall all the back to back meetings that took place last week. It was a long week. Still it'll soon be Wednesday and I can look forward to a nice long weekend.

How has your Monday been?

The opening of the weekend was good. I mean winning the Rugby was a good start. After a day of coffee with some scrap friends in the morning and an afternoon  with the girls, I arrived back home to quickly run the hoover around while waiting for the boys to arrive home from school (and work). Gathering some drinks together we all headed over to friends for pizza and Rugby. A winning combination.

It was a late night so I have some quiet time Saturday morning to catch up on some blog reading before getting stuck into the pile of ironing. I've never had so many shirts to iron! My little cheeky nephew is five next week so we all headed over to theirs for birthday celebrations...after the Japan vs South Africa game. Wow what a win for Japan. A fabulous game to watch.
Photos with the birthday boy and Uncle Iron man. 
With the world cup upon us, there was some new t-shirt buying. Two training sessions for No2 and No3 son and the first match of the season for No1 son. Thankfully the hubster wasn't working Sunday, so he went of to watch the match while I was with the other two. I never like missing their games but sometimes it's logistically impossible to be with them all.
The whole club has new match kits and No3 son modelled his. I'd say there's plenty of growing room.

After school tonight No2 son will be staying for Rugby club...if it's on. With most boys interested in Football any rugby at the school is limited. As three world cup games are held near here it is hoped that more boys will take an interest in playing this fantastic sport.

Whatever today holds for you, I hope it is a good one. Waving to Sian x

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Cheers

Following on form my previous post, I have another layout to share with you today.

Camping isn't all its cracked up to be. This I am sure off. It's a hard holiday. Not one of relaxing. There's always something that needs doing. And when it rains. Quite honestly it's pretty darn miserable.

That's why when you camp, you go with friends. Friends that you can laugh with and cry with. Even with all the rain. We held it together ..... we laughed..... we didn't cry.....we simply, drank more!!

Drink is essentially when you camp. Me thinks. I'm sure there are many of you that would agree.
After a few, you definitely sleep well. That is until you need a wee..... :)

We started early with  pre-camping drinks. I mean...why not!
A snapshot from one of our pre-camping evenings.
Papers, embellies and alphas Scraptastic Kit Club, Flair Feed your craft
Grey and pink, one of my favourite colour combinations. I kept it simple, with pretty embellishments vellum and lots of stitching..There is a little clip board under the photo holding my journalling.

Do you camp? As much as I think it's a hard holiday...it is one we enjoy. The fresh air (maybe a little too fresh at times) the freedom, the general togetherness...every one pitching in. We wouldn't have had it any other way. 

Enjoy your weekend and I'll see you on Monday.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Hello Devon

It's been a while since I've holidayed in Devon. The last time was with my parents and siblings.  Seeing all the pretty places again has made me want to go back and see more...soon.

When the sun came out to play we headed for the beach. It wasn't warm enough to swim in the sea.
Even the kids passed it up.  It was warm enough to rock pool, throw a ball around, bury each other in the sand, build castles and dig fortes.

We grabbed a few minutes for a photo op.



Camping in Devon 2015. No need for a title when you have a little flair
Papers from a Scraptastic club kit. Flair from Feed your craft 
Bantham Beach was beautiful. When we arrived we almost had the whole beach to ourselves..until the surfers turned out.

Have you a favourite beach in the UK?

Monday, September 14, 2015

Me on Monday

Joining Sian and you, Me on Mondayers. 
Hoping you all had a super weekend and Monday sees you raring to go. 

Monday for me is a work day and it's an early start this morning. I have a busy work week ahead, thankfully the hubster's at home today so he will sort the boys out and dinner for this evening...before he disappears into his garage....to work on his bike.

The weekend really was uneventful. It was one of homework and study for them and cutting and sticking for me. Friday's card class went well and I even managed to scrap a few photos on Saturday afternoon and include lovely flair on my pages.

Sunday was one of Ruby - thankfully the nasty bruise No3 son gained after last weeks session didn't give him any bother. His coach spoke to all the boys individually to discuss areas they need to improve and the areas they are good in. He had a big smile on his face when he recalled the discussion. Makes it all worth it. With the world cup starting next Friday there's a lot of rugby talk going on here.

Have a good week and let me know if you will be watching on Friday? 

Wednesday, September 09, 2015

Have a ball

I have a card class to prepare for Friday and whilst sorting through some I've already made, I came across this one. 

It's kinda cute.

   With my nephews 5th birthday in a week I am thinking that this card may just be the one. 
   Enjoy your Wednesday x 

Monday, September 07, 2015

Me on Monday

Gosh where did last week go. I haven't managed to write any posts all week...tut tut. I'm here today though, waving at all you Me on Monday..er's. 

The boys went back to school on Friday - hardly worth getting their uniform dirty for.  It was No3 son's first day at Secondary school and I was so nervous for him. He left the house with a big smile a met his friends to walk down to school. The awesome foursome as we call them. 

Thankfully came home with a big smile and many funny stories. Long may it last. 

The weekend was mainly one for the boys, the hubster worked all weekend. The fine weather meant he took his bike.  (He's a fair weather rider, if there's any chance that he might get his bike wet, he won't take it!!) No1 son was out socialising, No2 son was in the village playing footie,  he popped back when he was thirsty or hungry.  No3 son had some friends over who live outside the village. Two of them are his rugby pals, who he's now at school with, it was nice to see them together off the field.
Oh, I bought some Rye bread. I fancied a change. Next time I think I need a change I will be thinking twice. Who on earth eats this stuff (do you?). It was a unanimous decision, this stuff will never appear in the cupboard again :)

The Rugby season started yesterday. I have to say I wasn't looking forward to our Sunday's being taken over again - it was good to see them all so enthused at getting back and you know what. I did enjoy the morning. It helped that it was a glorious morning and whilst I hooked my boots out especially, I could have gotten away with wearing my flip flops it was so warm.
So it's Monday again and I'm off to work soon. Back to the normal routine of school and work. 
Roll on Friday.....

Wishing you all a lovely Monday x 

Tuesday, September 01, 2015

Me on Monday

I'm joining in late. I hope Sian doesn't mind :)

Last week was full on. Trying to juggle work around the boys activities. It's lucky work is so flexible. The days I was supposed to work didn't pan out due to No1 sons activities changing throughout the week and having to be on hand to drop off and pick up. The joys of living in a village and not have regular or direct public transport. Really....I didn't mind at all. Any reason not to go to work is a good one :)

It was a weekend of support No1 son's fund raising efforts. It started out with a mammoth baking session for the quiz night.
We rallied around some friends and family, as did his other team members and it was quite the Friday night.  They had a full house (those couple of empty chairs you see, were taken!), it was super to see so much support for them.  No2 and no3 came with us. I was impressed. Who would have thought that spending time on the xbox was educational...I think i'll save that for another post :) I do love a quiz night and the camaraderie that goes with it. See all those empty cake stands. They went down a treat.



A little kite flying on Sunday with No2 & 3....and the hound. The views were amazing. 

We managed to keep our entertaining plans, re-arranging them around Sunday's music festival. Another mammoth baking session (cookies this time...for a change).


The weekend was wrapped up with Bank Holiday Monday - all of us together for a little shopping and lunch out before returning home for a chilled out afternoon.

How was your Monday?

If you'd like to know/read more... Sian would love you to stop by.

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Before I go I'd like to say a big thank you, to you, for the time you took to leave me a comment with your thoughts and experiences on my previous post. It means a lot. 

Friday, August 28, 2015

Result Day

All week I have toyed with publishing this post. In the end I've gone with it as it's something I wanted to record. It might eventually find it's way tucked into a layout for future reading.

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Last week was a long week. I'd been in a bit of a state. Trouble sleeping, headaches, and welling up whenever someone mentions exam results. I blabbered when I met the girls. They all laughed at me. They told me I was worrying over nothing.  And you know what? they were so right.

I don't remember being like this when I waited for me own exam results. I just wanted all his hard work to pay off for him. And you know what? It did.

We couldn't be more prouder. I just hope he knows it. He has always been such a lovely boy and is growing into a wonderful young man  (maybe, a little too laid back at times, but hey ho you gotta have something...right!).
I'm still looking for year 1&2 photos :( 

We are a long way off from when he started secondary school and we had our first parents evening. I remember it well - in fact I don't think i'll ever forget it. He had been chosen to attend a special english trip with a handful of others from his year group, the hubster was working so it was little ole me at parents evening, all on my own.

I visited all the teachers in turn. Reports were glowing and he was on or exceeding all his targets. The teachers thought highly of him and said I should be proud of him. All the things you want to hear.

Then...oh yes...then... I get to the English teacher. I sit down and in a rude tone, her opening words to me were... "He is silly, not a disruptor but gets encouraged and goes along with the disruptives, he is an under achiever who really should not be in my class...."

Whoal....

Needless to say I was flabbergasted. My first words to her were..."...are we talking about the same child?" - Bearing in mind not one of the previous eight or so teachers I'd seen, had a bad or negative word to say about him (and neither had any of his former primary school teachers).

Well you can imagine how the conversation went from then on. I bombarded her with questions, I said I would be talking to my son and at that point asked her why he had been selected to take part in this english project...considering he was such a silly under achiever! She couldn't answer me. I asked her what she was going to do to bring him up to target. She said nothing! (she actually did say the word "nothing") She said secondary school did not offer any help to children who fell behind target.

Well....I was all of a tizz, I can tell you. So much so I forget my appointment with the last teacher and had to email him when I got home to apologise. His email back to me was glowing.

At home, I spoke to my boy, his first words to me when I mentioned her name was "I don't think she likes me". And you know what. I think he was right. We discussed the class, his behaviour and his work. He asked me if she said anything nice about him (Sob!).  I spoke to the parent of the boy he sat next too and she had exactly the same experience as me.

After stewing on this for a few days I eventually typed a really nice email to the head of English. I'm not one who thinks my children are perfect. I'm not one to complain and moan to the school. But this really was eating away at me. I sent my email about ten pm on a Sunday evening and she telephoned me at seven am the next morning to say she would be looking into it.

I had several telephone calls from her throughout the day. After airing my concerns and speaking to her I felt better. Him not so much. As he now knew for sure his teacher did not like him. It's not a good relationship to have.

All went calm, he kept his head down and came home a few months later to say...someone asked her if she would be teaching the same class next year. Her answer was "yes..some of you but I have asked not to have certain people in my class" Well we all knew who that meant.

So for year 8 he was moved class and down a level. She left the school later that year. Thankfully.

Where is she now I wonder? On the day he receives his English GCSE results and achieved both an A in English Lit and Language. I say... where is she now!!! Would you believe he has chosen English Language for one of his A levels.  I'd like to think maybe he wants to prove her wrong too, although I think it's more to do with the fabulous english teachers he had after her.
Sorry for such a long post. I wanted to record this. This is my only negative experience with any teacher with any of my children. Personalities clash I get that. But it could have gone so wrong for him. He could have lost faith. I think it is important for children to have a good relationship with their teachers. It really cannot be an easy job and I admire anyone who decides to teach.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Sticky 9 Balls

On Monday I did manage to make a couple of cards. 
A little set of sports fun using a mixture of stamps and a grass die. 

I had lots of ideas running around in my head but once I'd made a few that was it. 
Nothing else came together. 
Don't you just hate it when that happens? 
 The pink card was made last week and I was looking at it, to see if I liked it enough to actually send it to someone. I'm funny like that. If I make a card I have to really love it to pass it on. 

The mess I made in the process. 
 Recently, there seems to be much more card making going on than scrapbooking. In my need to change this I sent some recent photos for printing (....even though I have tons here that I could scrap). I uploaded them straight from my phone and instagram using an app called Sticky 9. 
They arrived packed in the cutest little box. The photos are 4x4 in size and are printed on card. With a matt finish I really like the look and feel, and hope to be sharing some layouts very very soon.

Monday, August 24, 2015

Me on Monday

 Hello Hello Hello.. Happy Monday to you.

Gosh it feels good to be at home today. And I feel so much better than I did last Monday. Maybe because I've been able to spend a couple of hours cutting and sticking. That was after the hubster left for work dropping No1 son off on the way, for his day of fund raising while I took the other two for long overdue haircuts.

We have had another lovely weekend, No1 son received his GCSE results in the week so it was one for relaxing and celebrating. My boy done good and we couldn't be prouder. He's been accepted for his chosen A Levels so he is happy.
The Web Ellis Cup made an appearance at our local shopping centre and the boys weren't passing up an opportunity to go and see it. I wasn't passing up an opportunity to get some photos. It was win win all round.

There were two other local clubs we spotted handing out leaflets and our rival club tried to hand No1 son a leaflet. It did make me smile when his face of disapproval told them, no thanks I play for MK.
Saturday was a day of reminiscing. We drove down to my brothers and headed into Windsor for the afternoon. Note to Self: Remember to never go via the M25 ever ever again!!!!

Before the boys, Windsor was a regular weekend visit. Walking within the castle grounds (yes, it was free back then to wander around the castle) Picnic's by the river, taking a paddle out, a stroll around the shops. The evenings were spent in one of the quaint pubs or trendy (we thought so then) bars, there were occasions when we took the river boat disco in the evenings. I think the last time we were there No2 son (or it may have been No3 son) was a baby, most definitely over ten years ago. I had forgotten how lovely it was.

We ended the day with a trip to the Nike outlet where No3 son purchased a new pair of trainers. Oh to be eleven again. He's had them on his feet ever since...even with his PJ's.

We wrapped up the weekend with pre-season rugby training (and you know what, I'm slipping...I forgot to take photos) and a bar-b-que in true British style...the rain.


Enjoy your week as we head into a long bank holiday weekend x
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This post is brought to you as part of Sian's Me on Monday meme.



Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Me on Monday

I'm a little late in joining Sian's party...another weekend has flown by and I haven't had time to catch my breath yet.

Monday....my worst day of the week ... really. The weekend is over and i have an early start at work.

What's worse than a Monday in work... is a Monday in work knowing everyone else has a day at home. Especially when they send you a photo to show they are out enjoying themselves!!!

At least they are thinking of me:)



The weekend was off to a good start when I picked No1 son up on Friday afternoon, he told us all about his fabulous week. He enjoyed it immensely, he was with a great group of kids and had a brilliant group leader. The work...well, he said they did do some.

No 2 son was at his friends foot golf party, I've not heard of it before but he enjoyed it and No3 son was with his best buddy who stayed for a sleepover.

Saturday came and they all chilled out. The hubster was working and No2 and No3 son were out playing with their friends. No1 son spent most of the day very horizontal. Me...I caught up on all the household chores and worked my way through a suitcase of dirty clothes.

On Sunday we attended the BFoM, Brackley Festival of Motorcycling.
The BFoM started in 2008 by one of my husbands colleagues, who's heavily into his motorcylcing, to   raise a little money for Autism and the Air ambulance.

His idea was to gather a few bikers with their bikes in the town. I really don't think any of them imagined it to take off like it did. It has became an annual affair and one of the biggest bike festivals in the UK drawing in people from all over the country. The high street is lined with thousands of spectators watching the showcasing and bike racing.  They have attractions, live music and stunt shows.

I like to have a stroll around the thousands and thousands of bikes and take some photos, watch the events...while my husband admires all the bikes and dreams and plans which ones he'd like to have.

My dad and brother joined us and we all went back to mum and dad's for some dinner and darts.

Enjoy your week, I hope to be back soon with something crafty.


Saturday, August 15, 2015

When did you start?

I started to write this post some months ago and never got around to finishing it, taking the photos or sharing it. Recently Julia shared, how she started to scrapbook, with photos of her very first album. So... now I've been reminded (and I've taken some photo's) here it is.
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A while back I was reminded of how I started scrapbooking and thought it might be fun to share with you some of my early pages......

It was July 1999, I remember it well. My first born was two months old. I'd taken lots of photos already which were sitting on the side in the developers envelopes. I sorted out a handful of bath time photos and at 7.30pm hopped across the drive to my neighbours house. She was a creative memories consultant and she'd been scrapbooking for a number of years already.

She helped me create my first page, picking out colours from the photos. The photos were cut into shapes, yellow triangles were placed in the corners of a 12x12 page and baby stickers were scattered about the page. I am sure there are many of you out there that can relate to this. Sadly I pulled this page apart some months after to create something a little more "exciting".

I went home that evening and couldn't sleep (in fact that still happens now after a crop) too many ideas going around in my head. The next day I found an empty notebook and began to keep notes of the dates I took photos. I'd record the who, what, where and when. These were pre-digital days remember. These notebooks went on to hold milestones, events, comments and conversations made.

The once a month evenings were something I began to look forward to, immensely. Who'd have thought, certainly not me, that recording those memories would become a way of life!

After my very first page (the one I pulled apart) I made this one. The first page of my very first album. Tracing the letters with a pen because I had no Alpha stickers.

sorry for blurring the journalling.
As I started scrapbooking not long after No1 son was born, I scrapped in chronological order, taking photos and developing them ready to scrap at the following month's class. I planned the kind of pages I wanted. Like this double page where over months a took at photo of No1 son with each family member.
oval shaped photos cut using fancy edged scissors 
Then there was the grandparents pages. Bath time. Food Time. First things. First steps. First holiday. Day trips, birthdays, Christmases.

When I look back I do wonder what I was thinking - why would you cut your photos into funny shapes...like ...flames for bonfire night.....

This was before we had access to the world wide web. We never had a computer or internet connection until after No2 son was born (and then it was dial up). My scrap stash consisted of only Creative Memories items. We had no local craft shops. CM patterned papers were rare and usually sold in kits, their cardstock was 8x12 in size. I always wondered why? Maybe so we had to use those corners.

Although this album is dated it holds so many memories not only of the occasions scrapped but also of how this pages were created. With such limited items I used to get an idea and then cajole my husband into agreeing to draw it for me.


If you wanted a black and white photo you had to buy a black and white film. I only done this the once.


Gosh I remember having palpations over the number of animal stickers I used on this page.

One thing I notice looking back is that the majority of my pages were double layouts...and somewhere within the double layouts is a block of journalling....written with my CM acid free fine tip pen :) 

So there you go, my very first album  - my second album for No2 son isn't much different and he was born three years later.

Although our albums date due to trends and styles, the one important thing they all share is a story.
And for many of us it's the story that matters. This chest holds all my earlier 12x12 albums with my mini books laid on top - Imagine the stories it holds.
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So.... as Julia said

"Will you share your first page and your discovery story? (Warts and all!) I'd love to read about it."


Monday, August 10, 2015

Me on Monday

Waving to Sian and you Me on Monday Morningers.

Last weekend we returned from our camping trip and after catching up on the endless washing we packed No1 son off for the week last Monday. Our week felt complete again when he returned home on Friday evening (with a case full of dirty clothes to be washed, ironed and re-packed ready for his second week away this morning). He came home exhausted, struggling to string a sentence together. From what he's said about his trip and the few photos i've seen there's no doubt he had a blast.

Our weekend was one of entertaining. It started early with an impromptu evening where our camping partners popped in. It was a lovely warm evening so we all sat in the garden and cracked open the wine for us girls and the beer for the boys. Many hours later, many drinks consumed and marshmallows cooked.....the boys all agreed to catch the early showing of Fantastic Four in the morning. We had the best evening. It's these impromptu times I love the most, they always turn out to be the best.
The next morning I was nursing a slight wine induced headache. The boys left for the cinema and I spent a couple of hours with paper and ink.  Later on, mum and dad arrived for dinner.  A roast dinner for taking up some school trousers was a fair trade me thinks.

No 2 son treated himself to a new pair of trainers. He knew exactly what he wanted and wasn't prepared to settle for anything less. In the end we found a pair more reasonable priced on the internet and they arrived in time for the weekend.

Saturday saw me catching up on household chores and photo wall organising. It's only taken me the best part of the year.  The easy part was planning where to hang the frames. The hard part was deciding what photos to display.
 You can see the display slightly differed from my original plan. I like how it turned out though ... and  the best bit is there's room for more.

While I was organising my wall, hubster was jet washing the patio...and the garden furniture...and the BBQ....and anything else in sight I suspect. The windows were cleaned and the grass cut all ready for our Sunday visitors.

One of my oldest school friends travelled to us with her family for dinner and drinks. It was lovely to see her and catch up. We moved house when I was six years old and I started a new primary school. This girl has been my friend since then. 
The weekend flew by and before I knew it I was back here today..... 

Think my keyboard needs a dusting :) 
....catching up on nearly three weeks worth of work and emails. I wish sometimes I had a job where while you are away someone else covers your work. Sadly this doesn't happen - so I know I have a busy few days in store. 

Whatever your plans for the week, enjoy them x
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