Promises

As a parent you often end up promising things to you children that you either just don't get time to do, or that you simply forget to do. My aim this week and next is to tidy up some of those little promises, so in no particular order, take Issy to the track for some one on one sprinting (Done-tonight!), let the children each paint a wall in their bedrooms(Hatty excluded of course!), take Cam to crazy golf, let the children sleep downstairs for a night, make hot chocolate for breakfast (again!), and take them to London to see a show (I will need a few more win bonuses for that one though!). Getting an Aston Martin and buying a country mansion may also require a few more (years) win bonuses.

One thing I have promised the children that will be happening, albeit in the summer (as promised), is a road trip in a motorhome. We are bulk buying pasta, cereals, biscuits and chocolate (plus medicinal red, medicinal G and T, and medicinal travel guide to decent European hotels!) and heading off in to the sunset. We aim to conquer Europe, but in reality my wife and I will probably fall out before we have conquered Devon!.
In the football world (T.U.F.C) all is quiet. A bad draw, but a good chance to progress in the cup is how I view the next round. Fines start again in earnest at the club this week in readiness for the Christmas 'Do', so, no more wearing the wrong kit, no more lateness, no more cleaning boots in the shower, no more weeing in the shower(no names mentioned), and no more forgetting you have had a birthday, therefore forgetting to bring the cakes in.


P.S Looking forward to my long lunch 'lamb', bring your chequebook!.
P.P.S Wayne, you must be ashamed of John and Edward!


CH