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Lets just say that I havent had the best of days todays, its been one of those days that I will be glad when its over.

Firstly let me tell you about my normal thursday, everybody is out at school/work and its daddys day with Ruby, we kick about the house for a while watching peppa pig and tidying up doing our chores list. Then, when we feel like it, we walk the dogs and head out somewhere. We might hit the park, or go out in the car looking for deals that we can make a couple of quid on ebay. We might trolley surf at tesco without buying anything, or We crank the music up in the car and eat mcdonalds and well just stuff...relaxing stuff... We get home, make everybodies dinner and thats about it..

Not today, no siree bob, today does not go accordingy to plan..


Everbody is unwell, ruby has a bit of the cold when she gets up, holly isnt well enough to go to school, abbie has yet to arise from her own bed.

Everything is reset as we must of had a power cut last night.

While Im having my first morning cuppa, in nothing much more than my white next pants, I spot todays photo and run to the front door to capture the moment. Ultimately, I am pleased that he doesnt hear me go "mary poppins as I live and breathe" and do my best little dick van dyke jig while i line up the shot in my boxers.

I ask Connie what she wants me to make for Dinner and she says there is chicken in the fridge. We have a very simplistic arrangement, I pay the mortgage, she takes care of the household stuff, like going the shopping and paying for the electricity.

I walk the dogs and once again the spaniel rolls in something sticky and stinky. As its sunny outside, I wash her at the back door with the outside tap and get thoroughly soaking.

I deal with my finances, online bills etc and tidy up. I go for petrol and notice the kerb fairy has put a nice little rash on the side of my sexy 18inch black alloy wheels 4 inches long. Magic.

The time comes to discover what to make for dinner and despite the fact that Im a reasonably good cook, I get to the fridge and apart from the chicken there isnt much there. Its like being stuck in an episode of ready steady cook, except the green peppers team have cut a hole in the bottom of my shopping bag and nicked most of my stuff.. Ainslie Harriot is nowhere to be seen.

I phone the wife who is still "up on blocks" (see previous two entries) and whom is at work and tell her that theres nothing here and I dont have a bolt on me to go for shopping.

She says I will just have to make do and that she wouldnt phone me at my work to ask what to cook for dinner. Thats a bit harsh considering she phoned me at work yesterday to sort out our daughters problem of being stranded in amsterdam without a hotel. I reply cooly, no you wouldnt phone me, thats because I dont do the food shopping....

I am left to do my harry potter bit and conjour up something remotely edible. I decide to stuff the chicken with some questionable soft cheese, rap it in bacon and bake it, except it would seem we dont have any bloody tin foil...aarrggghhahhaha...

I dig up some old potatoes and carrots, and make a rather unique and most likely never to be repeated sauce out of some raspberries, the remnants of a jar of cranberry, a little balsamic vinegar, sugar, some sesame nut oil and a blender.

Abbie finally surfaces and is particularly crabbit with me, if she wasnt unwell, I may well be tempted to shout a little. Hormonal plus ill isnt a winning combo.

I end this update at 6.45 precisely, but I have little doubt that my day wont get any better.

IN A GROUCH