16th March 2008

I’ve not added to this blog in a couple of weeks. The truth is, we’ve all been buried under the avalanche of school, work, and general life admin. Time flies when you’re too exhausted to notice.

Last weekend, Sue and I ventured out to a friend’s 21st birthday party. The band was excellent, full of youthful energy and decibels. Sadly, we made our exit around 11:30 pm, not due to age (though that played a role), but because I was on tablets for tendonitis. The packet warned, “Do not take with alcohol,” and after three pints of beer, I realised my vision had started going wobbly and my eyelids were staging a walkout. So home we went, rock and roll indeed.

Jamie, in his continuing quest to turn his car into something resembling a rally spec racer, has bought new springs to lower the suspension. I helpfully pointed out that, once fitted, he’ll be barred from at least 80% of Market Harborough’s roads thanks to the medieval torture devices known as traffic-calming measures. I suspect the underside of his car may not survive the month.

Sarah clocked a personal best in swimming the other day, well done her! She also helped me out when the circus came to school. We were tasked with managing the car park, although the “we” quickly became “mostly me” as she perfected the art of supervisory stillness.

On the rugby sporting front, England beat Ireland (hooray!) and Wales beat France (even better, depending on your allegiances). Small joys in a world of tendonitis and weather warnings.

Now, I wasn’t going to mention this, but in the interest of full disclosure… on Wednesday evening, I unleashed my inner diva and appeared as Scary Spice in the school’s Stars in Your Eyes event. Yes, you read that right. It was a thoroughly entertaining evening, complete with glitter, wigs, and trauma, but let me be clear: I will NOT be doing it again. Some moments are better left unrepeated and un-Googled.

Saturday was meant to be a trip to a Colts 7’s tournament. Instead, I succumbed to what can only be described as a perfect storm of ailments: the tendonitis flared, man flu set in, my tonsils started muttering ominously, a constellation of spots made an appearance, it rained all night, and the river burst its banks. At that point, I took the hint from the universe and spent the day in bed. With dignity. And Lemsip.