Sports day today. Sports day! 2 firsts and a third!! That’s my boy.
Not only have I produced and raised a child genius (we got his report card the other day and he’s above his age level for maths, he doesn’t get that from me because fractions make me cry) but I have also raised a child of outstanding sporting ability.
Lets be honest, he doesn’t get that from me either because as Hubby says “you don’t really like moving unless you have to”.
He’s got a point.
So I sat there, on the sports field, under a tree, with my sun hat, glasses and factor 50 cheering my wee head off. He only got a third because the wee boy (read evil little cheater or feel free to inset your own insult) beside him pushed him over mid race.
He would have come first otherwise, he had it in the bag.
I did a runner when they announced the mothers race was next.
Today I am a very, very proud mother!
It is so, so very hot today. I hate it!
I actually tried sitting out in the garden with Hubby the other day. He was basking in the sunshine (frying himself) and I was sat under a bush with a parasol a big hat, oodles of sun cream frantically trying to follow the shade around.
Honestly, I moaned and whined for about an hour before I gave up and went inside and when I complained that I was melting the only response I got was “really, I thought it was only when someone threw water on you that, that happened”.
My husband thinks he’s funny and he’s so not!
Apparently tomorrow is going to be the hottest day in the North East for a hundred years. Good grief I wish it would rain.
Bah flipping humbug. (Or is that just for Christmas).
The school headmaster won the mums race. Hmm.
2006-07-18 @ 22:02