I am writing this on Sunday 15th August, having almost completed our first day in Spain. It was an early start, up at 5 to make sure the kids we're ready to go, go to my parents to drop the dog in and for my Dad to drive us to the airport for 7 am.
Kids loved the flight although their hearing is poor as they don't seem to be listening to a word either Mel or I say, I accept an element of this is excitement but an element of this is also obnoxiousness, in my opinion. My wife is just able to put it all down to tiredness and hunger and break from the routine, whereas it just winds me up a treat, makes me angry and just makes me want to be at home, considerably better off having not worked my ass off to pay for the holiday, less stressed and also like a crap parent.
Not saying I am, but this kind of thing makes me feel as if I must be doing something wrong, or nit getting the point with the whole thing - this added with the stress that nr 3 is due along in January just completely does my head in!
Still it is almost the end of the day, I am sat on the verandah, looking across the hills as the sunsets, which I guess could be worse. Tiredness, frustration, anger, dissapointment, excited, happy, all in a day!
Liverpool v Arsenal
Well this hasn't helped matters much either today! Couldn't watch the game but listened to it on 5 live, should Cole have been sent off? I will see on MOTD later, but doesn't sound like he played well, Ngog scored again in a first team match, with only 10 men and then lucky lucky cheating get on my tits Arsenal get a Jammy og at the end. I don't think liverpool have had an ounce of lady luck in years, whereas Arse, chelski & manc have, regularly, and in some respects these decisions ARE the difference in winning or not winning the title.
Its been a long day!!
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