It’s been a busy & stressful time here at Tickle Towers:
Eldest is on his driving test as I type this, at last – having misplaced his licence in the last 72hrs – every inch turned inside out, tempers frayed, tears & tantrums(he was fine) - time for my run I think (W4R2 monday)
Still no licence (W4R3 wednesday) at gym with youngest – she bemoaning the fact I nabbed the last treadmill I blame non-competitive sports days giving her the feeling she had the right to have had it – I tell her it’s the “taking part not winning” that counts though so tempted to say “jog on”, but didn’t cos that’s just not PC is it?
Well W4R3 is now done & dusted PB of 51.02 mins (well having a bit of time to kill before aqua I extended the cool down walk by almost 17mins to reach the 5K) I’d like to say I arrived at aqua as fresh as a Daisy but we’ll skip over that part and …
On to rest day (today) woke at 4am inspired by the promise of finding said licence – bingo woke son as soon as dared, only to find said item in pocket of joggers he’d borrowed from middle child, in middle child’s room – threw a few Victors*- waved him off by skin of teeth.
Middle child – yes I’ve heard the syndrome relating to this, but it holds no water with me, probably something to do with my having 2 brothers, 1 older, 1 younger Has just phoned for some food to be brought up to his room – where’s Laura when I need her?
Typical it’s her day off & I refuse to sneak peak W5 because there’s no good can come of that. I shall look forward to the joys held instore for Saturday, by then my lot just might make me run for them there hills …. could be safer when eldest son passes me lol
*I don’t belieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve it