Unclean!

Tonight Sam developed a sudden attack of measles, and planned to con his mum into waiting on his every need for a few days.


His mum didn't buy it. Hard lines son.





Incidentally, it has to be said that Sam is a VERY handsome young man, and WILL leave a trail of broken hearts behind him.

One Of My Favourite Birds Is Back!

In the last week I've started putting bread out for the birds again.






Already there are the old collared doves. We're up to six wood pigeons already. And a robin.

Best of all was seeing a jay. Whether it's the same one as last year I don't know, but he lands, pecks up two or three pieces of food, then scoots off at low level over the railway.

Sorry about the quality of the pic, it was taken using maximum zoom. I think he spotted me just as I took the photo.

Grandmaster In Da House!

The world top ultimate highest-level boss In The World of Sam's martial art was in King's Lynn this weekend. This is a great honour for Sam's school, as it's the only one that he will be visiting this year. The rest of the time he is busy doing sudoku puzzles. Probably.

There were the usual bows at the start of the lesson, as well as an extra four or five to honour the high-ranked visitors.

The first new skill learned was a double spin kick. In this pic Sam is being trained by the second highest dude in the world. Can't remember his title.

The Head Honcho (here in the yellow jim-jams) is known in Korean as Kuk Sa Nim, but colloquially as Grandmaster. I accidentally let slip to Sam that it was Grandmaster Flash, the seminal eighties rapper who gave us White Lines, and Sam took it dutifully on board. In this pic Sam seems to be thinking "Well you don't look much like Fifty Cent".

The youngsters were introduced to their first ever weapon - short staffs....the visiting instructors took turns in trying to whack the stuffing out of them with bamboo swords.

Sam loved waving his deadly lumps of lethal wood around. As the session progressed the students had to add other elements such as cartwheels, forward blocks, and roundhouse kicks.

And at the end there was a high-powered kuk sool won team photo. Say Cheese!

I'm An Arse!

Thank you for the anonymous comment a few posts ago, and you're right, I AM an arse. I'm well aware of that.


Anyway, romance is not in the top three priorities in life at the moment. Money is though, and I am again anxious what the bank wants to see me about. It was supposed to be yesterday, but I postponed due to having the chance to pick up Sam on a Thursday.


Good news about the rent money - I thought I'd give it a whirl paying by using the new card reader that I received months ago, and consigned to a drawer, unopened. It only bloody worked! It took my overdraft way past the agreed limit, but I can sort that out later; for now the rent's not in arrears any more, hoorah!


Tonight we watched some of Children In Need while eating pizza. Sam had a sad moment when there was a story about children losing their dad, so lots of cuddles and reassurance were handed out. Poor little boy, lots on his mind at such a young age. Tomorrow the plan is to visit Nana in Sleaford, pop onto the skatepark, then back to Norfolk in time for Star Wars. The weather may have a say in all that.



Oh, and finally, breaking news - I'm an arse!

Just When You Wait.....One Of 'Em Breaks Down

Well, my Double Nurse post sparked off the turbulence that I hoped my Red Sky In The Morning wouldn't.


Grantham Nurse has pretty much ditched me. You can read her opinion on the original thread. I won't delete it, I rarely do, people are allowed their opinion about me and mine, and readers of this blog are entitled to see them.


Grantham Nurse sees me going for a drink with another woman as a relationship killer. I guess that's her opinion. And the fact I described the "drink sharer" as hot confirms it. I don't agree, but that's neither here nor there. I certainly wouldn't object if she went out for a night with anyone of any sex, "hot" or not. I'd encourage it, if anything.


I like Grantham Nurse a lot and was thinking it might turn into something big and important, given time. She thought the same, but I think she went through the process a lot quicker and harder. That's not my fault.



Maybe it's a good thing. I definitely do not want to live my life playing out a huge jealousy / possessiveness game, because I've been through it a few times already, on both sides, and it's rubbish.


Grantham Nurse has texted a few texts and also phoned, but I am wary of replying. One response will inevitably open the floodgates for an argument, and I don't want that.

When Irish Eyes Are Crying!

You have to laugh….
　
　
Twenty three years ago Irish football fans revelled in England’s elimination from the Quarter-Finals of the 1986 World Cup at the hands (or hand) of Argie cheating drug-fiend Diego Maradona. I remember it well. Along with the Scotch and the Welsh, the Irish loved it, and reminded us English football fans at every opportunity.
　

There were even t-shirts produced, commemorating the moment.
　
　

How beautifully neat and ironic then, that those self-same Irishmen have been prevented from reaching next year’s World Cup Finals by a blatant handball from French forward Thierry Henry. I love it. Va Va Voom indeed, mon vieux fils.
　

The Irish want a replay of course, a course of action they didn’t seem to press for back in 1986. Face it lads, you’re out, and you didn’t even get out of qualification. Arse and feck indeed.

Red Sky In The Morning

Dramatic skies here this morning. I hope it's just a sign that the weather's going to be rough!