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Gosh, it has been a while since I last blogged, I haven’t had the time nor the inclination (did I just sound like Scarlett O’Hara? Wouldn’t mind looking like her too!)

But it is a healthy habit I need to get back into.

So, let me rustle around in my rusty mind for a story.

Wednesdays, to some they are affectionately known as happy hump day. This is because they are the middle of the work week and it’s all downhill to the weekend, not for anything randy!

To me they are a mountain!

Up at 5am to walk the fur babies, then get the twinkles up, washed (predictive text changed this to wasted! Thank goodness I proof read it, there’d be a few referrals to child services!) dressed for school and fed, then off to work to start at 8, typically a busy day, but who doesn’t love a busy work day? Then supposed to finish at 14:30, usually more 14:45, pedal to the metal to collect my Westie Bestie in time for us to collect our boys from school at 15:10, obviously there’s the obligatory parking wars on a daily basis. Drop our friends home then whizz to swimming for 16:00 where it is extremely hot, loud and busy, then off to the McDonald’s drive through to get car dinner before going to Brazilian Jiu Jitsu then home for 18:50. Just enough time to get the swimming stuff washed, the lunchboxes sorted and the school clothes ready for the next day before our bedtime ritual starts at 19:30 (the boys, not mine although I’d probably be agreeable!)

You feel tired reading this? Try living it!

Luckily Wednesday is also Grandad day and he comes over to spoil, cuddle and smooth Tilly and Holly and sneak them bits of ham and cheese which he thinks I don’t know about. The three of them generally snooze on the sofa for the afternoon and have a snore off!

Whilst I’m doing the after Wednesday activity shenanigans and putting dinner on, the boys get quality Grandad time. This can range from learning about bees, music in different cultures (think the Zorba), trying out new nuts and delicacies and many, many stories and books, plus they often have a story to share with him which frequently leaves him puzzled.

I get the boys to bed and finally settle down to dinner with Dad (Lee visits his children in Bristol on a Wednesday and they all have quality time with his Mum) Wait- did that just make it sound like Lee has children all over the place? I can assure this is not true, well to his or my knowledge.

I get spoiled by Grandad too and we like to share a tipple from his cellar. Sometimes I over indulge (can you blame me?) which results in comedy moments like this week for example.

I’d melted into the sofa, tension subsided, replete and ready for bed, slightly sozzled.

I was trying to muster the energy to get up when I happened to say to Dad that Tilly is partially deaf nowadays. The fur ball is 12 and has survived cancer so it’s to be expected.

Dad, looking at Tilly curled up in one of her beds, snoring her fluffy socks off “oh no she isn’t, she’s having you on!”

To explain, Dad was “big” in Malawi when we lived there, starring with Mum in many a pantomime. So we often get the “oh no he didn’t” banter.

Dad “ go and open the fridge, go on, I bet she comes running then!”

So I sighed, pushed myself off the sofa onto my arthritic knees (yes I felt sorry for myself and yes I’m milking it!) and limped out to the kitchen and opened the fridge door.

Nothing, no movement.

I hobbled back into the lounge and glanced triumphantly at Dad.

He looked at the dog, then at me and back like watching a game of tennis.

Dad “oh, okay she’s deaf then!” (Predictive text changed this to dead!)

Now this tiggled me at the time and made me laugh, but I’m thinking now it might be one of those, you had to be there moments or might I suggest you have a few glasses or red and then read this again?

Right, I should get up and doing. The boys and I are off for a dog walk and bike ride. Their bikes are too small now so they’re donating them to a local bike charity and replacing them there. Uncle Jon has offered a fiver towards it each instead of an Easter egg! Marvellous idea on many levels!

Love and hugs, kisses and wishes xxx

P.s it’s Dad who encourages me to write x