Time for the F.A cup again and we are all looking forward to tomorrow's game against Evesham. They will be coming down to Devon full of confidence meaning we must be on our toes to avoid any problems. It is important to the club financially, and to the players it's always a great way of appearing on Match of The Day!.
I took the family to the Fireworks at Plainmoor on Wednesday, great spectacle and a big turnout, but please no shouts of 'best display of the season' . The Hargreaves clan are going to another display with friends tonight so the kid's can have their fix of sparklers, toffee apples and toys which break as soon as they get them home.
Unfortunately I been banned for having fireworks at the house. The last 2 years have been close shaves for different reasons, I admit there may have been a few slight safety breaches. One year when I had lit the new 'turbo rocket' it dislodged and flew past the kids about a foot away, the children loved it but my wife didn't as it found it's way into the house through the patio door!!!!!!!!.
The second incident was just bad luck, a combination of high winds and three of our guests finding a bottle of Absinthe. Consequently I am banned from lighting anything this year, my wife even raises an eyebrow when I light candles at home but she can rest easy as our next door neighbour Dan is a fireman, winner!!!.
Happy Birthday to Raith Gwinnet, 18 this weekend . He brought a great selection of cakes in this morning , it put Toddy's 2 for 1 Mr Kiplings effort to shame. Raith is a top lad, he takes a bit of a battereing but it's all in good faith, a few square meals and he will be fine!.
CH
Friday, 7 November 2008
Thursday, 6 November 2008
Awards
I have just been watching Sky Sports News and the Managers of the month were being announced. League 1's award went to Paul Trollope at Bristol Rovers. I was at Northampton Town with 'Troll' and he is a great fella. At first the fans at the cobblers were hard on Troll but true to character he carried on doing his job and deservedly won them over. When Colin Calderwood took over the club it suddenly became ultra professional and myself and Troll thoroughly enjoyed playing there in our last season, and but for the most bizarre decision by a referee that I have ever seen in football we would have been rewarded with a play off final, and the way we were playing probably promotion.
I was surprised how soon 'Troll' committed to management because he was very fit as a player but the opportunity arose and he took it. With the help of Lennie Lawrence he has done extremely well with a tight budget. In fact when we played rovers in pre season troll was saying he had no assistant, no youth team and no physio and with 30 players looking at you for guidance its a big ask. But he has a good manner about him and I think he will do very well.
I have certainly had a broad spectrum of Management styles over the years having worked with 18 or so managers!. All managers have to be motivators, it just depends on your style.
At Brenford Martin Allen had a fearsome reputation but he was actually just very committed and he certainly got the best out of his players, whether it be John Salako or a 17 year old trialist. We had a great season the year I was there finishing 3rd at a club that had been tipped for relegation. Martin always looked after the players, we had a great trip to Dubai that Christmas, what goes on tour stays on tour! . Had the commute of 5 hours a day not have been killing me I would have stayed. Colin Calderwood was milder but no less committed.
Then you have the old school style such as Alan Buckley and Jim Smith. I was with Alan at Grimsby and West Brom and if I had a spare week there would be many stories told. Maybe another time.
I had plenty of run ins with Jim, we certainly had our differences but it did make me smile seeing the old cigar smoke wafting down the team coach after games win, lose or draw.
Here at Torquay Paul Buckle is also a real motivator. He has created a great work ethic, he is approachable as a person but also has the respect of the lads as a manager. Training is very good, everything is done very professionally and we are all striving for the same thing.
CH
I was surprised how soon 'Troll' committed to management because he was very fit as a player but the opportunity arose and he took it. With the help of Lennie Lawrence he has done extremely well with a tight budget. In fact when we played rovers in pre season troll was saying he had no assistant, no youth team and no physio and with 30 players looking at you for guidance its a big ask. But he has a good manner about him and I think he will do very well.
I have certainly had a broad spectrum of Management styles over the years having worked with 18 or so managers!. All managers have to be motivators, it just depends on your style.
At Brenford Martin Allen had a fearsome reputation but he was actually just very committed and he certainly got the best out of his players, whether it be John Salako or a 17 year old trialist. We had a great season the year I was there finishing 3rd at a club that had been tipped for relegation. Martin always looked after the players, we had a great trip to Dubai that Christmas, what goes on tour stays on tour! . Had the commute of 5 hours a day not have been killing me I would have stayed. Colin Calderwood was milder but no less committed.
Then you have the old school style such as Alan Buckley and Jim Smith. I was with Alan at Grimsby and West Brom and if I had a spare week there would be many stories told. Maybe another time.
I had plenty of run ins with Jim, we certainly had our differences but it did make me smile seeing the old cigar smoke wafting down the team coach after games win, lose or draw.
Here at Torquay Paul Buckle is also a real motivator. He has created a great work ethic, he is approachable as a person but also has the respect of the lads as a manager. Training is very good, everything is done very professionally and we are all striving for the same thing.
CH
Wednesday, 5 November 2008
Danger
Day off today so a few of us players visited South Devon College for a bit of rehab/massage. Pete Morgan and his team battered and pummelled us, in a good way. I was fortunate enough to have a massage with Mel who is incredible, real tears to the eyes stuff but very very good. We are treated really well at the club and between Damien and Pete and the rest of the sports therapists the care is excellent . Thanks also to Gareth, Jen, Tammy, Amanda, Jodie and Charlotte who all pop into the club from time to time to give their help.
I met my wife and the 'Beast', she is a very pretty beast!, afterwards and while my wife bought a few things I took Hatty to a play centre to eat and dominate the place. It's always the same in these places and today was no exception . Hatty was playing and laughing as normal then while she was resting another fellow player moved in for the kill. He thought no one was looking so he started launching plastic balls into Harriet's face from around 1 foot away. At first Hatty smiled, she was either thinking it was a game or was thinking is that all you've got pal it's gonna take more than that to defeat me. On about the 15Th strike to the face I had to step in and give the young lad the death stare which had immediate effect.
I looked round to see where his Mum or Dad might be. I found them when the boy in question had run back to base crying 'she hurt me mummy'.
His Mum who was elbow deep in Now magazine shot up to 'protect' the 'poor baby' and came over and spoke loudly " Try to play nicely everybody otherwise someone will get hurt!!!!!".
The only chance of her boy getting hurt was if one the many missile's thrown were to ricochet of Hatty's face and roll onto him rendering him poleaxed!.
It wasn't long before the Mum was again eating the pages of Now magazine while the boy was ramming kid's at top speed with a baby walker. We are all blinded by the love of our own kids though and I'm no different in fact on one family holiday my boy had managed to tame a real 'Beach bully' after days of being battered. Cam had him floored, he looked up at me for instructions and the words that came out of my mouth were truly shocking "Finish him". True to form the sand was displaced into the lads face and we walked back to our sun loungers victorious. That really was a massive one off though honestly!!!. It's knowledge not power, that's the way forward.
I'm not feeling great at the moment , I would never admit to man flu but something has got me and my body is rebelling today as I also got another big bang in the ribs last night . Whenever you don't feel great or have a 'knock' as a player your mood changes a bit, it really is 'Bear with a thorn in his paw stuff ' so do not approach or try to feed as it will pass.
Really bad nights sleep as well. I finally nodded of about 3 and the kids started getting up from about 6.30. I don't know what's going on with my pillows at the moment but I'm having a real crisis. I must have lost my normal combination of 2 identical soft pillows during a house move but at the moment 1 pillow seems like a leaflet and 2 pillows seems like I'm resting my head on a Cow!.
Fireworks tonight, come on!!!!.
CH
I met my wife and the 'Beast', she is a very pretty beast!, afterwards and while my wife bought a few things I took Hatty to a play centre to eat and dominate the place. It's always the same in these places and today was no exception . Hatty was playing and laughing as normal then while she was resting another fellow player moved in for the kill. He thought no one was looking so he started launching plastic balls into Harriet's face from around 1 foot away. At first Hatty smiled, she was either thinking it was a game or was thinking is that all you've got pal it's gonna take more than that to defeat me. On about the 15Th strike to the face I had to step in and give the young lad the death stare which had immediate effect.
I looked round to see where his Mum or Dad might be. I found them when the boy in question had run back to base crying 'she hurt me mummy'.
His Mum who was elbow deep in Now magazine shot up to 'protect' the 'poor baby' and came over and spoke loudly " Try to play nicely everybody otherwise someone will get hurt!!!!!".
The only chance of her boy getting hurt was if one the many missile's thrown were to ricochet of Hatty's face and roll onto him rendering him poleaxed!.
It wasn't long before the Mum was again eating the pages of Now magazine while the boy was ramming kid's at top speed with a baby walker. We are all blinded by the love of our own kids though and I'm no different in fact on one family holiday my boy had managed to tame a real 'Beach bully' after days of being battered. Cam had him floored, he looked up at me for instructions and the words that came out of my mouth were truly shocking "Finish him". True to form the sand was displaced into the lads face and we walked back to our sun loungers victorious. That really was a massive one off though honestly!!!. It's knowledge not power, that's the way forward.
I'm not feeling great at the moment , I would never admit to man flu but something has got me and my body is rebelling today as I also got another big bang in the ribs last night . Whenever you don't feel great or have a 'knock' as a player your mood changes a bit, it really is 'Bear with a thorn in his paw stuff ' so do not approach or try to feed as it will pass.
Really bad nights sleep as well. I finally nodded of about 3 and the kids started getting up from about 6.30. I don't know what's going on with my pillows at the moment but I'm having a real crisis. I must have lost my normal combination of 2 identical soft pillows during a house move but at the moment 1 pillow seems like a leaflet and 2 pillows seems like I'm resting my head on a Cow!.
Fireworks tonight, come on!!!!.
CH
Christmas Lists
It's 12.15 a.m I have just returned from the game against Weymouth, it's all quiet here so I thought I would take the opportunity to type away!.
The game went well, a very professional display, a clean sheet, 3 good goals, job done now onto the next game. Again thanks for the support tonight, on a weekday and with work tomorrow it's obviously a big ask so we all really appreciate that.
I was a bit reflective last night, the children had decided to write and post to Santa their Christmas lists. As they were busily writing away I was watching the news , the crisis in Congo was on, basically tens of thousands of refugees needing water food and clothing. Some families there hadn't eaten for a week !.
I thought to myself that I start having hot sweats if I haven't eaten for a few hours never mind a day or a week. Then there's the annual pilgrimage everyone makes to the supermarket to load the old trolley up for Christmas. A bizarre rumour usually starts somewhere that all shop workers are striking for a week so it's panic stations. The queues at each checkout are 20 deep and the trolleys are filled with 8 litres of coke, a 48 pound freak turkey, a 48 multi bag of crisps, a sack of potatoes , 12 loaves of bread, a torch, some candles maybe a flare and don't forget the roses, quality streets , nuts and satsumas.
Back to the lists and without me saying anything I think the kids had picked up on the news story, well the girls had anyway!. The boy was cracking on, his pencil was on fire. It was refreshing asking Harriet what she wanted, her list was as follows,
Some Baby bells(cheese)
Some hammy(Ham)
A warmy top
A lollo(lolly)
A fi-fi
Some milky
Hatty would be delighted if we just wrapped up a pack of ham and a six Pinter of milk!!!!.
It just comes down to food when your a baby. I'm no humbug I love giving out pressies but I definitely think we could survive without sets of bubble baths shaped as fruit or a Santa in a desert in a glass ball being fanned by a monkey!.
When everyone had finished we put Santa's address on the envelope and prepared to post them. Great sight seeing them all beaming away posting their lists in their pyjamas. Let's just hope the credit crunch hasn't reached Lapland!.
I may read this blog in the morning and think 'wow delete, delete' as the old mind races a bit after games. I am now going to attempt to reduce the sweet mountain we still have after Halloween whilst watching late night TV.
CH
The game went well, a very professional display, a clean sheet, 3 good goals, job done now onto the next game. Again thanks for the support tonight, on a weekday and with work tomorrow it's obviously a big ask so we all really appreciate that.
I was a bit reflective last night, the children had decided to write and post to Santa their Christmas lists. As they were busily writing away I was watching the news , the crisis in Congo was on, basically tens of thousands of refugees needing water food and clothing. Some families there hadn't eaten for a week !.
I thought to myself that I start having hot sweats if I haven't eaten for a few hours never mind a day or a week. Then there's the annual pilgrimage everyone makes to the supermarket to load the old trolley up for Christmas. A bizarre rumour usually starts somewhere that all shop workers are striking for a week so it's panic stations. The queues at each checkout are 20 deep and the trolleys are filled with 8 litres of coke, a 48 pound freak turkey, a 48 multi bag of crisps, a sack of potatoes , 12 loaves of bread, a torch, some candles maybe a flare and don't forget the roses, quality streets , nuts and satsumas.
Back to the lists and without me saying anything I think the kids had picked up on the news story, well the girls had anyway!. The boy was cracking on, his pencil was on fire. It was refreshing asking Harriet what she wanted, her list was as follows,
Some Baby bells(cheese)
Some hammy(Ham)
A warmy top
A lollo(lolly)
A fi-fi
Some milky
Hatty would be delighted if we just wrapped up a pack of ham and a six Pinter of milk!!!!.
It just comes down to food when your a baby. I'm no humbug I love giving out pressies but I definitely think we could survive without sets of bubble baths shaped as fruit or a Santa in a desert in a glass ball being fanned by a monkey!.
When everyone had finished we put Santa's address on the envelope and prepared to post them. Great sight seeing them all beaming away posting their lists in their pyjamas. Let's just hope the credit crunch hasn't reached Lapland!.
I may read this blog in the morning and think 'wow delete, delete' as the old mind races a bit after games. I am now going to attempt to reduce the sweet mountain we still have after Halloween whilst watching late night TV.
CH
Sunday, 2 November 2008
APOLOGY
The apology is regarding blog;Rushden game.
I happened to mention that my parents were eligible for cheaper fares. It was a misprint , it was supposed to say cheaper shares, they are both keen stock market followers, my mistake.
My lovely mum Averil , have I mentioned the ex beauty queen title, is often having to dress down so not to upstage her friends and without bias is beautiful, funny and intelligent.
My Dad is my Dad, you know usual father and son stuff , don't mess with me or I'll break you son, a great man end of story.
I hope that has been cleared up, love always see you both soon.
P.S Keep up the good work Mark(My Bro) it will be worth it mate.
Onto to Football and we have a break from the league in order to play 2 cup games in 2 different competitions. Firstly we play Weymouth tomorrow night in what I'm sure will be another hard game. Not too far to travel though which is good for us players and for our fans. Then we face Evesham on Saturday who I'm sure will be coming into town hoping for an upset. These two games will be approached the same as any league game, we aim to keep our run going.
CH
I happened to mention that my parents were eligible for cheaper fares. It was a misprint , it was supposed to say cheaper shares, they are both keen stock market followers, my mistake.
My lovely mum Averil , have I mentioned the ex beauty queen title, is often having to dress down so not to upstage her friends and without bias is beautiful, funny and intelligent.
My Dad is my Dad, you know usual father and son stuff , don't mess with me or I'll break you son, a great man end of story.
I hope that has been cleared up, love always see you both soon.
P.S Keep up the good work Mark(My Bro) it will be worth it mate.
Onto to Football and we have a break from the league in order to play 2 cup games in 2 different competitions. Firstly we play Weymouth tomorrow night in what I'm sure will be another hard game. Not too far to travel though which is good for us players and for our fans. Then we face Evesham on Saturday who I'm sure will be coming into town hoping for an upset. These two games will be approached the same as any league game, we aim to keep our run going.
CH
Winner/Coffee Time
Winner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE HARGREAVES HOUSEHOLD HAS JUST GONE CRAZY. It was lost then it was won, a last lap victory to Lewis Hamilton, sport at its best . Even Harriet our 2 year old baby was jumping up and down shouting " Come on Hammy, come on Hammy". Massa was in tears, his team thought he had won it, but no it was Lewis at the death who took a great victory. 6.58 .
As mentioned in the last blog I have a few stories to tell about the time myself and my team mate Kevin Nicholson spent 'lodging' together last season. We had both just signed, my family were still in Northamptonshire and Kev's girlfriend in Derby. Initially we both joined Chris Robertson at a local Hotel, but after a few weeks we decided to move into Chris Todd's House, he was about to move out so it worked very well, or so we thought!.
The Hotel was fine to begin with but after a month of eating out and seeing the same four walls of your room the decision was made. Add to that the fact that Kev was still in his 'Dungeon room' and my Suite was roomy but minus 5 at night, it was time to go. I think Robbo stayed because he had negotiated a washing up rota in the kitchen!
Chris Todd's house was just what we needed. A base while we both house hunted and a bit of extra space as well as a cooker!. I had been used to full on days in Northants what with the commute to Brentford and then Oxford, as well as a soccer school and a new baby. My wife also worked full time so moving to this house and kicking back was bliss, I mean bliss while missing everyone!!!!!.
So mine and Kev's days together began. Training first followed by our daily trip to the shop where the 'big decisions' happened. What was for tea and could Kev force himself to have a pudding!.
Back at the house it would be a quick game of darts, pre dinner, and then the main event Gordon Ramsay eat your heart out. The food produced was top drawer although I thought you overdid the pasta a few times Kev!
Then the games began. I'm not talking PlayStation here, not my era too old, I'm talking psychological games. I learnt in the early weeks of Kev's loves and hates. The huge love of showering 3 or 4 times a day, the love of shutting doors and turning all lights off, the love but denial of chocolate, and the love of answering the phone.
And the hates, not showering 3 or 4 times a day, me driving with my knees, me leaving the lights on, me not shutting doors, me eating chocolate, me walking about naked, me swearing, me not answering my phone and anyone wearing dangly jewellery, yes can't explain that one!.
A special week for me began with a visit from Jenny and while Kev was upstairs setting up his 2 hourly shower routine I searched out the cold water tap under the sink. With Jens permission it was turned off and the nightmare started!. Kev would shout down that the shower was melting him while we giggled away like schoolkids. I would turn the tap on and off for a few Min's then leave it off. He would usually have to run a bath and wait an hour and a half for it to cool down. It would still be red hot though, Kev would return sweating, not good for someone who is shower dependant. I would then sneak it back on and shoot upstairs shouting down " Your not going to believe it mate it's fine now". There was even a few nights that Kev would have to go to bed 'dirty'.
I kept this going for a week but in the end it was breaking him so I stopped only telling him when we both moved out!!!!!.
We had the darts, the fine food, the shopping trips, the TV nights, then came a bombshell!. One afternoon Kev said shall we go for a coffee!!!!!!!!!!!.
Now we already looked like a couple but for a northern monkey and non coffee drinker that I was this suggestion was big. But I did it and I have to say it was good. A cup of coffee, maybe a cake and a read of the papers, relaxing was the way forward. We had the odd strange glance but otherwise it was spot on.
It had to come to an end though especially when Chris Todd took the TV and turned the heating off!. Our spouses had also made the move to Devon but we definitely learnt alot from each other during those times.
I learnt that you don't have to swear constantly, that you can answer the phone, that doors and lights can be shut and turned off and that being fully clothed is also good. I am now a better driver and a coffee drinker and for Kev?.
Well he can be found driving about naked and swearing in the middle of the day while leaving all the lights and doors on and open at home. So it has to be said we both benefited from the experience. Great days though Cheers Kev.
CH
THE HARGREAVES HOUSEHOLD HAS JUST GONE CRAZY. It was lost then it was won, a last lap victory to Lewis Hamilton, sport at its best . Even Harriet our 2 year old baby was jumping up and down shouting " Come on Hammy, come on Hammy". Massa was in tears, his team thought he had won it, but no it was Lewis at the death who took a great victory. 6.58 .
As mentioned in the last blog I have a few stories to tell about the time myself and my team mate Kevin Nicholson spent 'lodging' together last season. We had both just signed, my family were still in Northamptonshire and Kev's girlfriend in Derby. Initially we both joined Chris Robertson at a local Hotel, but after a few weeks we decided to move into Chris Todd's House, he was about to move out so it worked very well, or so we thought!.
The Hotel was fine to begin with but after a month of eating out and seeing the same four walls of your room the decision was made. Add to that the fact that Kev was still in his 'Dungeon room' and my Suite was roomy but minus 5 at night, it was time to go. I think Robbo stayed because he had negotiated a washing up rota in the kitchen!
Chris Todd's house was just what we needed. A base while we both house hunted and a bit of extra space as well as a cooker!. I had been used to full on days in Northants what with the commute to Brentford and then Oxford, as well as a soccer school and a new baby. My wife also worked full time so moving to this house and kicking back was bliss, I mean bliss while missing everyone!!!!!.
So mine and Kev's days together began. Training first followed by our daily trip to the shop where the 'big decisions' happened. What was for tea and could Kev force himself to have a pudding!.
Back at the house it would be a quick game of darts, pre dinner, and then the main event Gordon Ramsay eat your heart out. The food produced was top drawer although I thought you overdid the pasta a few times Kev!
Then the games began. I'm not talking PlayStation here, not my era too old, I'm talking psychological games. I learnt in the early weeks of Kev's loves and hates. The huge love of showering 3 or 4 times a day, the love of shutting doors and turning all lights off, the love but denial of chocolate, and the love of answering the phone.
And the hates, not showering 3 or 4 times a day, me driving with my knees, me leaving the lights on, me not shutting doors, me eating chocolate, me walking about naked, me swearing, me not answering my phone and anyone wearing dangly jewellery, yes can't explain that one!.
A special week for me began with a visit from Jenny and while Kev was upstairs setting up his 2 hourly shower routine I searched out the cold water tap under the sink. With Jens permission it was turned off and the nightmare started!. Kev would shout down that the shower was melting him while we giggled away like schoolkids. I would turn the tap on and off for a few Min's then leave it off. He would usually have to run a bath and wait an hour and a half for it to cool down. It would still be red hot though, Kev would return sweating, not good for someone who is shower dependant. I would then sneak it back on and shoot upstairs shouting down " Your not going to believe it mate it's fine now". There was even a few nights that Kev would have to go to bed 'dirty'.
I kept this going for a week but in the end it was breaking him so I stopped only telling him when we both moved out!!!!!.
We had the darts, the fine food, the shopping trips, the TV nights, then came a bombshell!. One afternoon Kev said shall we go for a coffee!!!!!!!!!!!.
Now we already looked like a couple but for a northern monkey and non coffee drinker that I was this suggestion was big. But I did it and I have to say it was good. A cup of coffee, maybe a cake and a read of the papers, relaxing was the way forward. We had the odd strange glance but otherwise it was spot on.
It had to come to an end though especially when Chris Todd took the TV and turned the heating off!. Our spouses had also made the move to Devon but we definitely learnt alot from each other during those times.
I learnt that you don't have to swear constantly, that you can answer the phone, that doors and lights can be shut and turned off and that being fully clothed is also good. I am now a better driver and a coffee drinker and for Kev?.
Well he can be found driving about naked and swearing in the middle of the day while leaving all the lights and doors on and open at home. So it has to be said we both benefited from the experience. Great days though Cheers Kev.
CH
Saturday, 1 November 2008
Turmoil
Another good result today. Conditions were not great but after seeing out the first half against the wind we felt that we could push on in the second half and that's exactly what happened. Again thanks to all who came to support us this afternoon in extremely cold conditions. I'm sure you were all relieved to be getting in your houses and cars and thawing out.
It's a short blog today as my stomach is in turmoil, maybe due to the happy pills I have consumed today.
Our weekly huddle to announce any special news took place as usual. The announcement was a good one. Kevin Nicholson my shower loving team mate finally got down on one knee and asked/begged the lovely Jenny to be his wife. After a long delay, remember the strawberries Jen!, the answer was a yes. This follows the news that Kev and Jen are expecting their first child. So Lot's to look forward to including sleepless nights, no spare time, no money and the worldwide favourite the 'Headache'. Only joking, great times ahead. I can honestly say they are two of the nicest people you will ever come across, love you both to bits so huge congrats.
I will share some of the laughs Kev and myself had while 'lodging' together last year soon but for now Adieu.
CH
It's a short blog today as my stomach is in turmoil, maybe due to the happy pills I have consumed today.
Our weekly huddle to announce any special news took place as usual. The announcement was a good one. Kevin Nicholson my shower loving team mate finally got down on one knee and asked/begged the lovely Jenny to be his wife. After a long delay, remember the strawberries Jen!, the answer was a yes. This follows the news that Kev and Jen are expecting their first child. So Lot's to look forward to including sleepless nights, no spare time, no money and the worldwide favourite the 'Headache'. Only joking, great times ahead. I can honestly say they are two of the nicest people you will ever come across, love you both to bits so huge congrats.
I will share some of the laughs Kev and myself had while 'lodging' together last year soon but for now Adieu.
CH
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