Recently Eleanor and I did bit of sea swimming and chased some fish around the jetty together. I also perfected the art of the underwater handstand and back flip combination which is great fun. Ellie is developing into a lovely little mermaid. It had been a fun, relaxing Friday but by 6pm I was anxious that time was marching swiftly on. Having gathered the kids I needed to rein in the husband as our babysitter would be arriving soon. We were going out. Woo hoo! I had the kids in the car when to my utmost disbelief saw Nigel wading merrily out into the sea with a bikini sporting mature lady. I became quickly incensed and the little mermaid set off to shout at her Dad for me. Was he wearing his newly purchased Daniel 007 Craig swimming shorts at this point? No I don't think he was. I was incredulous that he could consider another dip in the Gulf was acceptable when we were due out in 15 minutes and my 20 jacket potatoes were on the point of cremation in their individual tin foiled wraps. So I drove off.
Joshua started to cry while I ranted all the way home. A five minute car journey, a 20 minute barefoot walk for some. I got ready in record time, fed the one kid, stopped the spuds from a near death experience and welcomed the babysitter with a hug. She had already been round earlier at the arranged time to find no-one in. I opened the door to go and pick up Bond and mermaid when they magically appeared before my eyes. My angry fire soon dissolved to laughter as I heard the excuse for the last minute swim. Our friend in the bikini had been snorkeling around the jetty and spied some money on the sea bed but couldn't dive down to get it. The challenge was there for yours truly and off he went diving for Riyals. He gathered 180 altogether (approx £30.00) and the pirates split it between them. Nigel divided our share of treasure between Eleanor and Joshua. I of course, would have handed it in to the club so that whichever poor Qatari boy who had lost his money at sea, could buy his burger, fries and fizzy pop that evening.
It was the Sports Presentation Evening recently and we all went along smartly dressed to the Cinema. The P.E Department awarded certificates and trophies to individuals who had represented the school in various teams and tournaments throughout the year. Eleanor received 3 certificates in total and I am so proud to say she received a trophy for year 5/6 Girls Player of the Year. Not wanting to be left out of the limelight Joshua trotted proudly up onto the stage to receive a certificate for a swimming gala he didn't actually attend. He was sat with some older boys a distance away from Nigel and I and when the teacher announced Key Stage 1 swimmers, off he went much to our horror and subsequent fits of giggles. The head of P.E, a Sheffield lad said " Looks like we've got a ringer on stage," over the microphone. However, they still gave the little fella a certificate and he looked proud as punch having his photo taken with the genuine gala swimmers.
My husband forced me to do something he has wanted me to do for years.Water ski of course. What were you thinking? I was really nervous, getting the skis on was challenging enough. Once in the water I had about five failed attempts and then whoosh up I went for approximately 30 seconds or so. It was a great feeling.
My most listened to songs at the moment are:
Back to you, by Bryan Adams
Maybe Tomorrow, by the Stereophonics which I belt out at top volume and heartily sing along to.
" So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home."
Of course this Friday 6th July I will definitely be finding my way home. The suitcases are waiting. My heart is racing.
Aaaaaaggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Joshua started to cry while I ranted all the way home. A five minute car journey, a 20 minute barefoot walk for some. I got ready in record time, fed the one kid, stopped the spuds from a near death experience and welcomed the babysitter with a hug. She had already been round earlier at the arranged time to find no-one in. I opened the door to go and pick up Bond and mermaid when they magically appeared before my eyes. My angry fire soon dissolved to laughter as I heard the excuse for the last minute swim. Our friend in the bikini had been snorkeling around the jetty and spied some money on the sea bed but couldn't dive down to get it. The challenge was there for yours truly and off he went diving for Riyals. He gathered 180 altogether (approx £30.00) and the pirates split it between them. Nigel divided our share of treasure between Eleanor and Joshua. I of course, would have handed it in to the club so that whichever poor Qatari boy who had lost his money at sea, could buy his burger, fries and fizzy pop that evening.
It was the Sports Presentation Evening recently and we all went along smartly dressed to the Cinema. The P.E Department awarded certificates and trophies to individuals who had represented the school in various teams and tournaments throughout the year. Eleanor received 3 certificates in total and I am so proud to say she received a trophy for year 5/6 Girls Player of the Year. Not wanting to be left out of the limelight Joshua trotted proudly up onto the stage to receive a certificate for a swimming gala he didn't actually attend. He was sat with some older boys a distance away from Nigel and I and when the teacher announced Key Stage 1 swimmers, off he went much to our horror and subsequent fits of giggles. The head of P.E, a Sheffield lad said " Looks like we've got a ringer on stage," over the microphone. However, they still gave the little fella a certificate and he looked proud as punch having his photo taken with the genuine gala swimmers.
My husband forced me to do something he has wanted me to do for years.Water ski of course. What were you thinking? I was really nervous, getting the skis on was challenging enough. Once in the water I had about five failed attempts and then whoosh up I went for approximately 30 seconds or so. It was a great feeling.
My most listened to songs at the moment are:
Back to you, by Bryan Adams
Maybe Tomorrow, by the Stereophonics which I belt out at top volume and heartily sing along to.
" So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home."
Of course this Friday 6th July I will definitely be finding my way home. The suitcases are waiting. My heart is racing.
Aaaaaaggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
