Monday 7 September 2009

Big Day

Hatty's big day was finally upon us, today was her first day at school (pre-school), and she couldn't have been more excited. Up early with the older two Hatty was straight on with the uniform, had her pack up in hand and was waiting for us all at the front door. It was a great sight seeing them toddle off together, although the bit where you leave them (well Harriet) at school was a bit of a struggle - not for her, she was straight in on the action, but for us (well me!). My little girl looked too young to be 'abandoned' by the playdo - and to be honest she will be the youngest in her year - but it was too late to turn back and Hatty was more than ready to hold her own with her new friends!!.
We needn't have worried anyway. As we picked her up she sighed happily and said "I've had such a lovely day at school". And the best bit about it all? while I type away my little firecracker isn't hung around my neck asking to go to the park or to the beach, she is too shattered!!.


BIG 30

Wayne had a 'bit of a do' last night to celebrate his 30th birthday. 'Little Em' had Wayne had organised a bash for friends and family. The Irish massive were over in the form of his Mum and Dad (Linda and Albert) and his sister Nikki and boyfreind Jonny. Big thanks for some great banter about old 'Wayno', some great pictures of a young Carlisle, and of course for flying the blog flag in Ireland (I know!, I was shocked as well!) - must also give a big mention to Sarah, otherwise I'll be in big trouble at the next 'do' (wedding maybe!!). Entertainment came in the form of Fletch and his band 'Shrine'. He is a big boy with a big voice, and an even tighter leather jacket and jeans combo than I had on!!!. It was a good laugh catching up with Fletch though, the last time I had seen him was on the team coach after Wembley, as you can imagine, a really quiet affair!!.
Then the moment everbody had been waiting for, the 'interval' entertainment started.
Yes, up steps Martin 'Gallagher' Rice, complete with shades, lager, and 'Liam stance'. He fired off a quick back catalogue!, even bringing his mate in on the action. His mate lent back that far that he couldn't reach the mike and when he eventually did he sang with the mike in his eye!!!. Brilliant stuff though, well played Fletch, Mart, and Mart's mate!!.
All bookings to be made through their new agent, Chris Hargreaves!.
A few pints of the black stuff, more butchering of songs (Wroe/Carlisle/Mansell), lot's of good food and the night was done.

Today we had a fitness day, cutting edge stuff that the team really enjoyed, those who could train anyway. I am in for a week of ice, fancy machines, and Pete Morgan's epic stories.

And finally, last but by no means least, gargantuan congratulations to my wife Fiona, who yesterday completed the Powderham Castle 10k run. In aid of Cancer research, and with 1000 entries, it was a great day. And a great achievement for a very nervous Mrs H.
It was a breeze for 'Fioan Radcliffe' in the end though, in fact she was that focused on the finish (including the power ballad blasting into her ears) that she completely blanked the lunatic waving his arms by the side of the track, thanks for that!!!

CH

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