I'm generally not a football fan. It bores my pants off. I try to watch it but find my mind drifting to more interesting matters. Like doing the Tesco online order. Or wondering how I'm gonna pick two kids up from two different locations at the same time a week on Wednesday. Sometimes I realise that I don't actually know which way our team are playing but it's nearly half time so it's too late to ask.
But the World Cup. Different. I like football in the World Cup. Especially when it's in the pub. Which is where we'll be tonight.
The 987 days that comprised the longest winter ever invented are a distant memory at the mo. We're having the longest continuous spell of sunshine since the Dark Ages and I bloody love it. All those sweaty moaners complaining that it's toooo hot better stay out of my way.
As if it wasn't bad enough being woken at 4.30 every morning by the sodding birds having a rave outside the window, I have also discovered that some of our neighbours have their milk delivered. I know this because the loudest milkman in Yorkshire arrives every morning just as I'm falling back to sleep. He's obviously really annoyed at being the only one up and so makes it his mission to have people join him. I'd be chasing him down the bloody street if I could be arsed getting out of bed. Which I can't. Obvs.
Well June was bloody rammed. Not sure how I managed to actually do any personal work at all....I've been juggling loads of stuff including a massive sticker book project for a fab French publisher...but here's what I managed in one easy to understand picture...
It's been a bit mental lately but I finally finished a couple of big projects this week. I miss doing my own stuff. Sometimes I fit it in on a night. But recently it's been all proper work and no proper play. But you'll be pleased to know that I'm avoiding real work wherever possible this weekend and concentrating on enjoying this bloody marvellous weather we appear to have been blessed wth. Happy days.
We have this flowery bush which is so overgrown that when we reverse our cars down the drive we crash into it. Every day. But we can't trim it because there are always a zillion bees on it. They get really pissed off if we interfere with their pollen collection. And we don't want to upset the bees. The other day we found a sad looking bee in the house ...on the windowsill. It was exhausted from trying to get out of the window by flying into it. We tried to revive it with the old sugar and water trick. But it didn't work. The bee is sadly deceased. As if in revenge for our bee-haviour (see what I did there) last night I was minding my own business in bed.. fast asleep.. in the miiddle of the night.. when I was suddenly rudely awoken. By a bloody bee stinging me on the foot! I'll bee glad when it's winter. (Not really. Everyone knows I bloody hate winter)
This week I have worked my little arse off. And counted down to our holiday. Next week I will be doing the same. And quite probably the week after that. I'm not moaning. It's good to be busy. I just faff about if I haven't got a ten page ToDo list. But a little break is always welcome so today I'm off to the pub with my besties. See ya tomorrow hangover!
The youngest is back from camp. I think? We haven't actually seen much of him. He went straight to his room as soon as he arrived and has been catching up with his phone and computer ever since. I reckon he missed them more than he missed us.
You would think that with the youngest away all week and the oldest being practically an adult that I would have had loads of time this week to sit on my arse with the old feet up. Well I honestly don't know where the week has gone. I have absolutely bloody loads of work on at the mo and it seems that without the enforced stoppages caused by school runs and feeding time at the zoo I just work. And work some more. And suddenly it's 9pm and I haven't eaten all day. Apart from a full bar of Green & Blacks with ginger. But that doesn't count. I seriously need to have a word with myself cos one day soon they'll have left school and buggered off. And I'll just be working 24/7. A sad little old lady bent over my computer. Drawing cats.
The youngest jetted off to deepest darkest Norwich today for the week on scout camp. One teen down. It's half term for the other one so she'll no doubt spend half the day in bed and the other half staring into the (empty) fridge. I reckon I'm in for a peaceful week. Woo!