Such a great weekend

I've done a post about Father's Day - but the weekend itself was brilliant too

Thursday night we had Mum over for dinner - just the four of us, that was nice and enjoyable as usual

Friday night we did a BBQ, I went and got Simon from Headington, Sue came over as did Zoe and Niamh - it was a lovely evening. Lots of reminiscing, food was good and the drink was flowing! After everyone left around 10.00pm, Tash and I stayed up later and relaxed and carried on drinking - making the most of the lovely evening weather.

Saturday we went out to Birmingham and met with Lewis and Emily and looked at baby things in Mamas and Papas - fuck me it's expensive! Such a rip off, over £1,000 for a pram - mad. We didn't get one but we did offer to contribute £700.00 which I think is incredibly generous...I hope they agree.

Had a Nando's - which again I felt was under-whelming - and then over to Ikea which was fun as always and we bought some bits and pieces. Said our goodbyes, it was a nice time spent with them, and then Tash drove us home as I was knackered and wanted to sleep - which I did.

Got home and sorted and ready and Jack ran us down to the Cowley Road and we met up with the Millars and Holdens in the Cowley Retreat and then went for a meal in Antep Kitchen - that was excellent and really good food.

Had a few drinks and then went to The Library for a few more, Jason and Sharon had Kate pick them up and we stayed on for another two drinks before getting our own taxis home.

Back here in Wolvercote I went into the DSB and Tash came for a bit and I had the taste for it and stayed on for a YouTube night. I got absolutely wasted, stayed up until it was light in the morning, I don't remember much else to be honest - but who cares, I had a great time!!

I'll suffer for it no doubt, not because Tash will be funny with me, she won't be, just my body and health suffering...

Father's Day

Okay, so I completely and 100% overdid it last night!!

I don't think I went to bed until 6.00am - absolutely steaming drunk.

Ah well!

Went to bed and was back up again about 10.30am, Charlotte came round and spent the day and I was given presents, chuffed to bits to get a Tacchini top, it was a navy blue one that feels snug but we decided it was better that way instead of getting one a bit bigger - just need to do some more sit-ups! I will still request the white track top for birthday or Xmas though. I posted about it on Facebook and got a lot of love for it - I think a lot of lads were of the same opinion that it's a great retro present.

The day was relaxed and lazy, partly because I was dying! Actually I am exaggerating, I was okay, just tired and probably still drunk, I wasn't feeling sick though.

We walked down to The Perch, me, Jack, Charl and Tash, and had a drink and some food - it was hot today (it is going to be all week). It was nice spending time together and I had a nice time.

Walked back and relaxed further, did a couple of jobs but nothing too strenuous.

That was it really, watched some TV in the evening and went to bed around 10.00pm - knackered of course.

Well I had a good day so that was the main thing!! 

So pleased with my Tacchini top.

Royal Albert Hall with Ministry of Sound

Busy day today!

Didn't rush to get out of bed, we're still struggling a bit with being back and being tired all the time, really a bit odd. Tash had things she wanted to do in the day and left me to my own devices.

I left around 8.30am and went to golf and was so surprised to see the place empty, I had a feeling there was an email saying it was closed but that was for a different date I later established. Anyway, wasn't going to complain and got going. Gradually a few other players appeared but it seemed so strange fro a Saturday morning for it to be empty.

Went round okay, lost a few balls to the water but found a few too. Tried different things with my swing, didn't make much difference with my driving - need to organise golf lessons for sure!

Finished about 11.30am and felt a bit guilty that I should go over to the gender reveal for Tiffany and Aeron so went straight to Bicester (it was being held at Sue's of course) and walked in and surprised them at midday as I was an hour early!! I set the BBQ up and running and pottered around. 

Aeron turned up and wasn't too pleased with the BBQ running and its location so we moved a few things around and he took control so I left him to it. Gradually everyone turned up and it was a full house, including Aeron's kids and uncle (and partner) which was nice.

Had the food which was good and then the reveal which was the cutting of a cake to see what colour sponge it was - bit of an anti-climax because the kids cutting it were in the way! But they enjoyed themselves.

Tidied up and then left as busy evening ahead.

Fed ad walked Bess and then around 5.30pm John and Pauline arrived and I drove us to London, we were hoping to have a picnic in Hyde Park but the weather was against us so after I'd parked up near Edgeware Road we found a pub and had a couple of drinks - so nice to be in the centre of London and soaking up the atmosphere. It started raining so we go an Uber to the Royal Albert Hall but the traffic close by was packed so we jumped out and walked through the park.

Got to the Hall and big queues so went in and we were up in the Gods as high up as you can get. But it was good because there was loads of dancing space and we managed to find a place where we could look over the balcony and see the stage (just about).

The concert was Ministry of Sound dance anthems played by an orchestra - exactly like Pete Tong and the Heritage orchestra and many songs were repeated funnily enough. However, that didn't distract, it was brilliant and we had a great time, so, so good. It was fine not having had a drink too (well, x3 all night). The show didn't start until 9.45pm so finished around 11.15pm and we then walked net to Hyde Park and back to Edgeware Road to get a kebab and we ended up in a shop sat down to eat.

That was good food and then we got the car and drove home - Tash and Pauline fast asleep in minutes!

Decent drive home, I was tired, but it was fine and we got home at 2.00am - said our farewells and off to bed.

A busy, long day but well worth it - the concert was brilliant.

However, I did feel that the Heritage Orchestra just edge it!!  

Cinque Terre - Day 6

Our last day today, and for once, no hiking was involved - just pure, guilt-free beachside relaxation.

We did a bit of packing first thing, then popped out for coffee and pastries to get us going before catching the train to Monterosso. Even though we hadn’t seen a ticket inspector in days, we decided not to push our luck this time and actually bought tickets. Sensible for once.

Set ourselves up on the beach and just relaxed. Spent time sorting photo albums for social media, listening to music, dozing in the sun, and occasionally heading into the sea to cool off. It really was the break we needed after the week’s exertions.

It does make me smile seeing the steady stream of travellers arriving at the beach - rucksacks on backs, hiking boots still on, dragging their suitcases across the sand. Most of them town-hopping their way along the coast. We definitely feel like we’ve done it the better way: one base, and day trips out. Much less hassle and more time to soak it all in.

Lunch was focaccia again - couldn’t resist. Same as half the town, judging by the 30-minute queue, but it was worth it (again).

By 6:00pm we were back on the move. We rushed to the train and risked skipping the ticket again. We then got on the wrong train and went flying past our stop! Quickly jumped off at the next one and changed trains to go back again, managing to avoid inspectors once more. All in all, the fare-dodging has saved us about £40, but it’s been stressful enough to call it quits now!

Back at the apartment we had a beer while we showered, changed, and finished packing. Reality was beginning to set in - home tomorrow.

In the evening, we wandered down into town. It was unusually quiet, and we found a peaceful restaurant where we had lasagne and a bottle of wine. After that we headed to the square for a couple of drinks, sitting outside and just watching the world go by in that slow Italian way.

Just as we were about to call it a night, we bumped into Marco again - and the American couple we’d met earlier in the week. One thing led to another and before we knew it, we were all in a bar drinking and chatting, joined later by another American couple. It was such a fun way to finish the trip - unplanned, loud, and full of laughter.

We probably had one too many, because we ended up staggering back home around 3:00am. Not ideal with a 6:15am alarm looming, but to be honest, we wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

It’s been such a great week together - beautiful scenery, good food, a few unexpected moments, and just the two of us doing what we do best. 

Loved every bit of it and would recommend going there to most people - as they don't have to hike all the time like we did.

Cinque Terre - Day 5

Woke up feeling fresh and so much better than the past few days. Had coffee and biscuits on the veranda, soaking in the view over the bay. Peaceful and calm - just the two of us and that little hum of morning life below.

Headed to Pirate Café for breakfast, which lived up to its reputation. It’s recommended all over the internet so, unsurprisingly, it was packed, but the food was delicious and definitely worth the wait.

Afterwards, we had a little wander around Vernazza. It’s a small town, so there’s only so far you can go before you loop back to where you started. But the little back alleys are fun to explore - tight lanes with laundry overhead, random doorways, hidden corners… you know the type.

Back in the main square, Tash finally gave in to temptation and tried on a few dresses we’d walked past all week. She ended up treating herself to one and looked great in it. We then went down to the beach for a short rest after sorting our train tickets for later. Spent about 45 minutes relaxing and people-watching before heading back up to shower and get ready.

Then came a bit of drama at the train station - Tash realised she couldn’t find her phone and immediately assumed it had been stolen. Panic mode set in. We checked Find My Phone and saw it pinging at the apartment, so I legged it back through town as fast as we could. Thankfully, it was just sat there on the side where she’d left it. Heart rate finally returned to normal!

Caught the train to Manarola - just nine minutes down the line, though a quick €20 gone. We wandered through the town and made our way up to Nessun Dorma, the restaurant perched above the bay. We’d booked onto a pesto-making class and when we arrived, we were handed aprons and led to our table… along with about 60 others! The whole place had been turned into one big terrace classroom.

The class was brilliant - hands-on, informal, lots of laughs - and the pesto we made was genuinely delicious. The setting, the sun, the views, the atmosphere… it all came together. Coincidentally, the American couple from Marco’s bar the other night were sat behind us, and she kept popping over for a chat and photos. She was loving it too.

Afterwards, we were served a selection of antipasti and a carafe of wine. Music kicked in, there was some spontaneous dancing and general partying - such a great vibe. The two hours flew by.

Afterwards, we wandered around the corner and found a quiet spot near the water’s edge. I sat and caught up on my diary while Tash swam, then sunbathed to dry off. It was a real pinch-yourself kind of moment relaxing with the locals as no one else would think to go around the coastal path that far.

Later in the afternoon we set off for Riomaggiore, walking the high pass. It was only meant to be an hour, but more than half of that was uphill. As usual, sweat pouring off me, but the views from up there were something else again.

We arrived in Riomaggiore and walked around for a bit. Tash couldn’t even remember the town from earlier in the holiday - back when we first passed through on our 5 hour hike and she was deep in hangover territory! We made our way to the water again, then stopped in a bar for a quick drink before grabbing a takeaway pizza and a bottle of Prosecco.

We clambered over the rocks in the harbour to find a spot in the full sun for the sunset. Found a good ledge to balance our plastic glasses and bottle and sat back to enjoy the evening. As the sun started to drop, more and more people arrived with the same idea - although most were just carrying bottles of beer. We easily could’ve cracked open a second bottle but, for once, decided to show a bit of restraint.

The sunset was beautiful. When it was over, we made our way to the station and saw we had a 25-minute wait, so grabbed a beer at a little café nearby. We risked not buying tickets for the return - figured there wouldn’t be a conductor doing rounds on a Sunday night train at 9:30pm. We were right. €20 saved!

Back at the apartment, we finished off the last of the beers we’d bought earlier in the trip and played cards on the veranda.

Honestly, a really fantastic day - one of the best. Full of variety, laughs, little dramas, great food, new faces, and postcard-perfect views. Very memorable.

Cinque Terre - Day 4

This morning was a bit of a struggle. I wasn’t as hungover as Tash had been the other day, but definitely felt heavy-headed and slow to get going. Still, we got ourselves up and moving—today’s plan was another walk, this time to Corniglia. Picked up some focaccia for breakfast (can’t go wrong with that here), then set off.

Not far in, we reached a checkpoint and for a moment thought we’d taken the wrong trail. But all was good, and we began the climb up to the high path. And up. And up. It was relentless - over two hours of steady uphill hiking. I found it pretty tough going. I was drenched in sweat within minutes, but one thing that helped was the peace and quiet. Hardly anyone else on the trail, just us and the mountains. The views, as ever, were spectacular - same sweeping coastline, same glittering sea, but it never gets boring to stop and look.

Eventually we reached the top, the highest point in the area at 600 metres. From there, the trail led us through forest paths, and we started to come across more people and even a few mountain bikers. The descent down to Corniglia was no walk in the park either - really hard on the knees and thighs, and we found out it was busier because the lower trail to Manarola was closed due to a landslide.

Corniglia itself was packed. Tourists everywhere, and not a whole lot to do as it’s perched high on the cliffs without beach access or to the sea. We found a spot to sit down and had some food and a drink in the shade we could find, which helped, but I still wasn’t feeling great. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a hangover - felt more like heatstroke, or at least something close to it. I was flagging badly.

Tash was keen to walk on to Manarola, and normally I’d have been up for it, but the thought of climbing back up that path we’d just descended honestly made me want to cry. So instead we walked down what felt like a never-ending staircase to the train station.

Took the train back to Vernazza, stopped for an ice cream on the way through town, and then straight down to the beach for a dip in the sea. I was still overheating and not myself, so we went back to the apartment where I took a cold shower and crashed for a 90-minute nap. Absolute lifesaver.

In the evening, there was a restaurant right next to our apartment that we’d reserved a table for 7:00pm, and had a beautiful meal overlooking the bay. A lovely setting, decent fish, good wine, and I was feeling much more human again after the rest.

Afterwards, we wandered into town for the sunset and had a gentle stroll around the shops. No drinks tonight—we just headed back to the apartment and sat out on the veranda playing crib until about 10:30pm. An early night by our standards, but definitely needed.

Today was harder than expected. It was only a 3.5-hour walk, but the heat and that constant climbing took it out of me. Hoping for a bit more energy tomorrow.

Cinque Terre - Day 3

Slept really well last night, though we were both stirred around 5:00am by the sound of the trains rumbling through town. Managed to drift back off until 8:30am, which felt like a luxury. We had tea, coffee, and croissants out on the veranda, looking out over the rooftops of Vernazza. The view was brilliant and the morning sun already warm - such a great way to start the day.

At one point, a farmer trundled past us on what can only be described as a mini monorail—a proper little hillside contraption. Only in Italy.

We packed up our bits and set off intending to walk the coastal trail to Monterosso, only to discover it’s one-way during the mornings… in the opposite direction. So, plan B: back to the train station and hopped on a quick train there instead. It worked out just fine.

Monterosso was buzzing - a proper seaside resort feel with sunbeds and umbrellas lining the beach in neat rows. We strolled along the promenade, taking it all in, and eventually found a section of beach that us mere mortals could use without paying a small fortune. It was lovely just to lie back and do absolutely nothing for a bit.

The sun was fierce, so we dipped into the sea a few times. It was freezing. Not the kind of gentle ease-yourself-in kind of cold—the full “brace yourself and dive in” kind. But refreshing, and definitely needed.

Lunchtime came, and I grabbed a couple of focaccia from a nearby place. Delicious. Apparently focaccia is the thing to eat here, and I can see why. Will definitely be sampling a few more varieties while we’re around.

Typing this next bit mid-afternoon as we were getting ready to walk back to Vernazza. We were aiming to leave around 3:00pm for the 2–3 hour hike. Tried to find the high route but couldn’t, so ended up paying for the main coastal trail instead.

It was packed. Lots of people heading towards us, which on those narrow paths meant constantly stopping to let others pass. We got stuck behind a slow group for a bit, but eventually got ahead and found our stride. We definitely prefer the quieter high trails where it’s just us and the views - but this route still delivered. Challenging enough, and we made good time.

First thing we did on arrival? Beers. Sat by the quay and drank them in minutes - so we marched straight back up the hill for round two.

Back at the apartment, we showered and got ready for the evening. Cracked open another beer on the veranda, music playing, sun dipping - one of those perfect little moments. Later we headed into town again for food. I went for fish and chips, Tash had calamari and chips, and we sat with a beer watching the sun set into the sea. Bliss.

Afterwards, we stopped by a small bar I’d had my eye on all day, and it didn’t disappoint. Tash ordered a couple of cocktails made to her liking while we chatted to three Austrian women and then an Irish family. I must admit, I got a bit tipsy by the end - okay, more than a bit - but it was a great end to a full day.

We eventually wandered home and crashed straight into bed. Another long one in the legs. To be honest, I didn’t expect these hikes to be quite as tough as they’ve been. Makes me feel a little guilty I didn’t research them more thoroughly. 

But still—no regrets.

Cinque Terre - Day 2

We were awake early, though neither of us exactly sprang out of bed. Tash was nursing a hangover and I had a bit of a heavy head myself—not too bad, just enough to remind us of the night before. We packed up our things and checked out, then left our bags on the quay by the boat ticket office, fingers crossed they’d still be there later.

We popped into the supermarket to stock up on supplies before catching the boat. It turned up on time and the crossing to the next town took about 30 minutes. Unfortunately, the sway of the boat didn’t sit well with Tash’s hangover, and she ended up being sick—poor thing.

Once we arrived at Riomaggiore, we had a little wander around the town to get our bearings, then set off on the hiking trail. The start was brutal—very steep and pretty hard-going. We were both sweating like mad within minutes, me more so as per usual. A small church gave us a good excuse to pause, then we carried on. The trail evened out into more manageable ups and downs, and while still challenging, it wasn’t as punishing as that first climb.

I had a few comments on my Lord of the Rings t-shirt from fellow hikers, which was a nice little boost. We made regular stops for food, drink, and to take in the incredible views of the coastline—absolutely stunning. It took us around five hours in total. It was tough going, but rewarding, and the terrain reminded me a lot of other recent hikes we've done. Familiar, but still a test.

When we got back to Porto Venere, we were relieved to find our bags exactly where we’d left them. From there, we jumped straight onto the boat to Vernazza, where we’ll be staying for the next four nights. We met our host, Elena and found the place easily—tucked away from the main hustle of town, which suits us perfectly. Lovely little setting.

We settled in for a bit—Tash sunbathed and read, and I just flopped out and wasted a bit of time scrolling on my phone. Then we got ourselves ready for our 7:00pm dinner reservation. It was a close call - the restaurant looked closed at first, but thankfully they let us in. Turned out a reservation was essential. The food was great, but we didn’t get a prime spot to enjoy the sunset, which was a bit of a shame.

We did, however, meet a really friendly couple from Denmark and had a good chat with them between courses. After dinner, we headed down to the quay and grabbed a couple of drinks just in time to catch the sunset properly from there. Vernazza is a gorgeous place - we were both really happy with it.

We had a little explore around the town afterwards, soaking up the atmosphere, then grabbed a couple of beers to take back to the apartment. We ended the day sitting on our veranda, sipping our drinks and relaxing under the evening sky. Brilliant day. Absolutely shattered.

Cinque Terre - Day 1

We were up at 4:00am and out of the house by 4:30, heading to Heathrow in the dark. Thankfully, the car drop-off was smooth and security was no hassle at all. As usual, we managed to grab some breakfast before the flight—something comforting about that little ritual.

There was a slight delay taking off, but the pilot made up the time in the air and we landed pretty much on schedule. Tash had done her homework on how to get from the airport, which made things a lot easier. We took the Metro to Pisa train station, then managed to get tickets for the train to La Spezia. There was a moment of mild panic when our first train option was fully booked, but we sorted it in the end.

While waiting, we tucked into pizza and beer in a local place overlooking the road and traffic - and of course, posted about it on Facebook! The train journey to La Spezia was just over an hour. We were both so tired that we ended up dozing rather than admiring the Italian countryside, but the rest was much needed.

At La Spezia, we got our bus tickets to Porto Venere. There was a bit of confusion about which stop we needed, but it all worked out. Porto Venere itself was absolutely beautiful. We found our accommodation easily enough, and our host Fabio—a lovely old man—was very welcoming. We saw him a few times wandering about the village, always with a smile.

After getting ourselves sorted, we headed out for a wander. The village was bustling with tourists at first, but then the coaches left and it felt like the place emptied in minutes. We explored the winding paths and found the little church perched on the cliffs, with stunning views over the sea—just breath-taking.

Back in town, we stopped at a local bar for a couple of beers, soaking up the relaxed atmosphere. Then we found the restaurant that Fabio had recommended. It was completely empty when we arrived, and still empty when we left—but the food was excellent. Stuffed mussels to start, which were really good, followed by tuna that was even better. A lovely bottle of wine completed the meal, and we were both really happy with our choice.

We finished the evening with a few more drinks at another bar before heading to bed. It’s been a great first day—so good to be here, and even nicer to be just the two of us. We really do enjoy our own company.

My thoughts after the Manchester Marathon - a reflection

This was my Dictaphone recording that was then transcribed by AI - not bad!

Okay, so these are my thoughts on the Manchester Marathon, a couple of days later. So I'm quite split, to be honest, between wanting to feel proud about having completed it, but also disappointment and embarrassment that it took me seven hours. 

And I just, in my mind, feel that I failed quite miserably, to be honest. That failure is 100% my own fault for not having the discipline and the mental capacity, I suppose, to do the training plan that everybody else did. I was too flippant, too casual, too lazy, even. That showed, because whilst everybody else managed to do it in 4 or 5 hours, I was one of the last people on the course. And it's just, it's not good. Clearly, I didn't learn from the 100 mile bike ride, as it was the same thing, I just didn't put in the hours, 

I didn't appreciate the task at hand. So that's two things that I don't think I can be particularly proud of. People will say otherwise and say, oh, well, at least you finished. But, I dunno, I don't feel proud and I don't feel happy about it. If I could, I'd probably sign up and do it again in six weeks time, just to prove that I could do it in less than six hours. But it has made me think. 

So that's my own personal feelings about my performance. But my pride and happiness is in the fact that Natasha, Lewis, Charlotte, Jack, and obviously other friends, Pauline, et cetera, did so very, very well and got the reward that they deserved for all of their months and months of hard work and training. And to think of us as a family of five, that do clearly have a competitive nature, but can say that we all just got on with it and just have done and completed a marathon together, is really pleasing. And that's where my pride is

So what now? I So the reason for this reflection, I guess, is to try to recapture this feeling of disappointment, frustration anger, for when I have a new challenge, I take it seriously and put the hours and the dedication in that is required. I did it for Kilimanjaro. So I have proven that I can do it but I guess my heart wasn't really in this. I don't like running and I guess that showed and I've been rewarded so to speak accordingly i.e. not really rewarded at all. my temptation is to sign up for a half marathon and put the time in for that so that I can complete that in a reasonable time whether that's Oxford or somewhere else but a half marathon quite obviously is less challenging than a full marathon and more achievable which would be a lot of fun. 

Hopefully I will get out and still continue to run the miles and keep the level of fitness that I have built up to. It has been a success in that respect that my fitness level has improved. Now I don't know if my body shape has changed much but I do feel better about myself from a health and fitness perspective.  

That's the intention but that might just be my anger speaking. I mean I have found it hard enough to go out and do runs with the marathon looming so with no particular target in mind what is going to motivate me to get out the door and run. So I'll do updates. I'll do reminders. I'll do whatever and just see what happens but I do have to change my mindset so that I'm better disciplined probably in general in my life not just when we have a challenge ahead of us. 

Well that's my whining over for now. So as I say I need to have this reflection. I need to reflect, address the elephant in the room, so to speak.

And I need to stop making negative comments when people say well done. Stop, putting down the achievement, because I did it, albeit, not to my satisfaction. And just one last thing it was very, very hot. It was very hard. It was brutal running out there and so many people on Twitter and social media just said they flagged and died. 

It was so hard and to be fair the cramp that I experienced at mile eight onwards and just having to keep stopping, it was hard. I can remember it now, it's just so so desperately hard. 

Not sure I'd do a marathon again

Manchester Marathon - Race Day (and night!)

So, marathon day today. 

What we've all been training and waiting for is finally here. 

Didn't have a particularly good night's sleep, nervousness and bed was comfy, just not the pillow, but can't complain. But we've woken up to a really nice sunny morning and I suspect it's going to get hotter. So, we got ourselves sorted, packed the van and I even went out to the van and cooked porridge for mine and Natasha's breakfast at 7.00am. So, we had fuel ready to go, checked in with everybody else and everyone was fine. Wished Jack luck because he was obviously starting a lot earlier than us. And then jumped in the van, it was about half past eight and incredibly, the run into Manchester along our route was no traffic whatsoever. So, a half our drive was only 20 minutes. We found our parking garage and that was really safe and secure and that was a really good find. With Charlotte and Miles we then parked and as we walked out, Gigi and Ev walked past. So, there was all that excitement in seeing them.

We then walked a bit aimlessly around Piccadilly not sure where to go. But lots of people clearly for the marathon were going in the right direction. And we found the tram stop within Piccadilly station. And as you would imagine, pretty busy. But we got on the first tram that came and off we went towards Old Trafford it was. And it got busier and busier and the stops, they were not letting people on at one point. It was just so crowded, but we had our banana. We had our pasta. 

Then at one point you looked out the window and you could see where the marathon had started and we were going parallel to all these people running, it made it all a bit real all of a sudden there are 36,000 people running the marathon and then you get about 130,000 people watching and supporting so you can imagine how busy it is. We managed to connect with Lewis and we all milled around the staging area whilst groups were called out to go to their starting areas. We said our goodbyes to our supporters and walked through, took some photos and had last minute toilet breaks - which then as they called us through it was a long walked to the starting area - nerves all around! We were in good time and needed to wait there for about 20 minutes.

The groups went off, Pauline Bampton was in the one ahead of u, and like I say, we were pink, and yeah, slowly the time ticked down, and then at 11 o'clock, a bit of smoke and a bit of fire, a countdown, and we were off. 

Goodness me, it was fucking hard. So, very quickly, I was way behind everybody, I set my slow pace, and they sorted their pace, but it was so crowded, and the people cheering and shouting, so I turned my headphones off just to take it all in, it was great. But I did notice that I don't think I actually ran past anybody. They all just went past me, which is fair enough.

And yeah, so very quickly I was just on my own, so to speak, you know, in terms of not having friends, but having lots of people around me. And I then settled down for the long haul. The problem was that it was incredibly hot. I don't know what the temperature was, but it was easily in the 20s. And as we found out afterwards, it just affected so many people, insofar as not being able to continue, stopping and walking, but mostly not meeting their expectations of time to complete it (including Jack!). All of their times were just so much lower, as in higher, sorry. Because... It was just so exhausting.

So, what was my race like? I struggled. I got to about 8 miles, I think, and had to stop. And then, once I'd done that, it was just stop, start, stop, start, all the time. I just had no energy. I had cramp in my right calf. And...Yeah, it was just... from 8 miles, so, 18 miles left to get through.

I was just a bit pathetic, really. I didn't think I'd walk as much as I did. And, in hindsight, it's all my own fault. I didn't do the work. I didn't put the time in. I didn't put the miles in. I didn't put the hours in. And it showed. I got exactly what I deserved. But, that's a different post for another day. What I did enjoy was all the people waving, and cheering, and partying, and drinking, and dishing out sweets, dishing out drinks. Even many people had their hosepipes connected and on, so they were just spraying everybody as you ran past. Again, it was just so hot, you didn't mind. You were soon dry again.

At a couple of points, I did see John, Miles & Zoe. And then we saw Miles and Kate Miller near the end, about, what was that, about mile 18. So that was nice. And then, I got there, and you kept seeing notifications on the phone. Saying who's made it, who's there, where is it. where's everybody. And, slowly, my time just kept increasing. I knew before I started I wasn't going to do five hours. Then I realised I wasn't going to do five and a half. And in fact, I think I was at 20 miles at five and a half hours. So, it was another hour and a bit. 90 minutes, thinking, oh no. And, so persevered. And then, the last two miles came into play.

And, yeah, the last mile and a half, all the family and everybody was all at a barrier. But behind me, the sweeper truck was looming. I did stop and do a selfie with the family. Which was funny. And then I carried on. And eventually got to the home straight. That was about 400 metres. By now, we're talking seven hours. And six o'clock at night. And, the crowds were sparse. To put it mildly. But, what do you expect. And I was running down. Well, I wouldn't say running. But, trying to, then I had both legs cramping. Cramping on me. 

I heard the man on the tannoy say something like. "Come on everybody. Cheer the last few runners in". And, it just made me feel a bit shit really. But, I crossed the line. And, thankfully, I get a time. I got a medal. I got a finishing t-shirt. I think if I'd been another 15 or 20 minutes longer then I might not have got those. So, that was fortunate to say the least. I went through the various merchandise and freebies that they hand out. But, I just wanted to get out. And, at the end of it all was everybody. And, we all hugged and said congratulations. And, took celebratory photographs. And, everything like that. And, yeah, it was a great feeling. But, most importantly was as a family, we've done it. This is being recorded a couple of days later. And, I don't feel I can say that I ran the marathon. But, I can say that I "completed" the marathon. So, I'll stick with that. That'll do me. And, in future. It'll be forgotten. And, it was just a t-shirt and a medal that I've got.

But, yeah, really good. Really, really proud of everybody. And, everyone did so well. Jack, 4 hours something. I think it's 4 hours 15.

Lewis and Mum were 5 hours 20 and 35. Charlotte was, I think, 4 hours 15 or something. I'm not sure off the top of my head now. And, I was 7. Goodness me.

Marathon Day Night

So, this is a continuation of the marathon day, in case the file was too big. So, we took photos and knowing we had a table or a booth booked at Albert Schloss at 7.45pm, we got an Uber and went back to our car park, got our things and booked into our Travelodge hotel. That was on Piccadilly Square, right in the centre. Brilliant location.

I think everybody would have been perfectly happy not to go out again. But it was booked and we had to make the most of the celebration, the adrenaline and just reflect on the feat that we had achieved. So, we persevered and met downstairs, made our way to Deansgate. Great location, love it there. John and Pauline were ahead of us and had our booth set up. And then we ordered alcohol, which we've not really had for a long time. Well, not much of anyway! Looking forward to that..

In saying that, it took a while for the first pint to go down. After that I was okay, I had three, but it was, it was hard, so tired. And then Gigi and Ev and all their friends arrived. They were in the booth next to us. There was a great atmosphere, there was a good band, very loud. And you just looked around and including ourselves, there were people in their finisher t-shirt, or with a medal around their neck. Because, in fact, lots of places in Manchester would give you a free drink or free food or whatever if you had your marathon medal. We didn't find any, but it was just nice to walk past people and say, "well done, excellent, enjoy it". So yeah, that was good. We then all had a meal. Very quickly, it was like 10pm. I knew I had work tomorrow, and some other people had work. In fact, Lewis and Emily didn't even come, at one point we all looked at each other and just said, should we just go home? And that's what we did. Made our way back to the hotel. After saying our goodbyes and off to bed for a well-deserved sleep.

What a day, what an experience. It was something else. Thinking about it now, I did really enjoy it. But I'm sure my face and my features and my demeanour would suggest that I didn't enjoy it that much.

And I'm proud of everybody.

The Day before the Marathon

Okay, so this is the day before the marathon.

Just got things sorted and ready really. We collected Zoe, then took Bess to Victoria and Danny's because they were looking after her for the weekend, and then we went to Bicester Garden Centre because it was Ralph's fourth birthday. That was nice, we stayed there for 30 or 40 minutes whilst they all played in the kids play area and we had a coffee etc and everybody wished us luck and then we left that and got on the road. I drove whilst Tash and Zoe chatted and ate and quite quickly we got to Knutsford, although we did have to pass Lewis's house in Holmes Chapel because of delays on the motorway, but that's exactly what happens with him is their town is used as a quick route through, but we parked up and funnily enough where we were going to park, there was a circus or... a fair setting up and I just didn't feel comfortable with everything in the van, with the gypsies around, completely irrational, but I moved it and we then met everybody at Piccolino Italian restaurant and made a bit of a fuss for Natasha's birthday, dragging this out again. But it was nice, so there was me, Natasha, Zoe, Miles and Charlotte, Lewis and Emily and Jack and Jodie and obviously everybody had pasta. 

Lewis had a beer and then non-runners had beers had alcohol. Fair play to them, but yeah, the rest of us were quite disciplined. After the meal, we all made our way back to Lewis's house and had a coffee and those that haven't been there had a tour of the house It was just nice, nice and relaxed and then after about an hour or so we made our way back on the road again just to the north of Manchester and we were actually in a Travel Lodge on the M62

At first glance you thought oh shit. What have we done? but actually once we were in the room, it was very quiet We had a room with Zoe and it was fine. We got sorted and Charlotte and Miles had a friend in the Travel Lodge on the eastbound side on the other side of the M62 and we met them in the local pub for a drink, which none of us had any alcohol again but that was nice and then that was it, more pasta.

We're all quite tired really, so it's bed at 10.00pm - excited and nervous about tomorrow 

God knows how that's gonna go

Camping for the weekend - Devon

So we had a nice morning, bit of breakfast and jump in the hot tub as it had been left on all weekend so had to make use of it.

Then got a few things sorted in the morning and it felt like Emily was trying to move things along so that they could make their way back to Manchester so we went to the cafe on the A40 near Eynsham (really quirky place) to get coffees and then off to the Bluebell woods for a quick walk around there.

Then it was back to the cars by about 1.00pm and then we all went off our different ways, Mum home, Lewis and Emily up North and us down to Devon.

We went past Burford and joined the M5 that way - the road and traffic down to Devon was fine and we were soon arriving and Tim and Chrissie's house where we received our usual warm welcome - lovely to see them and catch up. After about an hour or so we then jumped in the cars and drove to their local beach/cove that they really like, walked through a smugglers tunnel and then across the beach and then off to another beach (Shaldon) which is their favourite and is separated us from Teignmouth on the other side of the estuary and we had a pint in the FBI pub (The Ferry Boat Inn) which was lively and they told us tales of what it's like there in the summer - can imagine it's very popular.

As part of our chats we found out that Tim is performing with his band at Lattitude this summer - so we'll have to try and see him there, but it would also be good to get down to Shaldon beach etc too. Perhaps we'll do so on a tour that we keep saying we'll do!

Once that was done we walked back to our cars and said farewells and then we set off for our campsite that was about 30 mins away. Stopped for a burger first and then found the campsite hidden away, got there about 8.00pm but very nice and we got sorted.

Walked Bess and didn't take long to get ourselves into Camping mode and all settled in. I got the Mifi out and tested it, ended up using it all weekend as it was super fast and better than the phone connection - really pleased with it.

Sunday we had breakfast and then set off on a hike for Broadsands beach, nice little place and then walked the coastal path towards Paignton, caught sight of the steam train and was on the bridge when it went past smothering us in it's smoke - that was call - good video. 

The coastal path was nice and lots of travellers there too, carried Bess up some of the steeper steps - bless her! Went past a few other beaches and eventually got to Paignton, had coffee and our sandwiches which Tash had made. Felt like we'd walked ages and I started checking Uber - would have cost £5 to get home - was tempted! Anyway, walked through Paignton - proper seaside place - chavvy! Then we made our way back to the campsite - wasn't so bad, worked out at about 12 miles in the end.

I got chicken curry on the go and we had a nice dinner and then sorted out the bed and watched a film in the van - Life List, proper chick-flick but I did enjoy it even though we could tell all the things that were going to happen. We then watched a couple more episodes of Prison Break - getting close to the end of the first season at long last - it's been a slog!

Anyway, lights out about 11.15pm

Decent nights sleep, bit of breakfast and then packing things away. Campsite said it was fine to leave the van for a bit as we went for a walk and that was a good idea - went to Stoke Gabriel - more of a town than village - such a great find too. Down by the River Dart and we had coffee and then made our way back across farmer's fields and then set off. 

What should have been about 3 hour drive took well over 4.5hrs - as predicted the traffic was very busy and not enjoyable. Anyway, got home in the end, but tired. Tash unloaded everything and I went to sleep for an hour with the intention of running but I couldn't be bothered. So had dinner and sorted a few things out at home and then watched TV and went to bed.

A long but very enjoyable and packed weekend.

We have loads coming up too so will be very, very busy indeed!

Lewis is 30! And they're having a boy!

Where has time gone? Lewis turned 30 this weekend, he was down in Oxford on Thursday but was going to be back in Manchester on his actual birthday on the Monday which was a shame that he wasn't spending it with his family down here - but there we go!

So normal Thursday here for work etc and then they arrived about 5.30pm so they had a good run down - took Bess for a walk and caught up with things.

They announced that they're having a baby boy and did know about it some time ago but had kept it quiet.

Lovely to know and very exciting - Tash handed over the presents we'd got for the baby but now we know we can get boy things now!

We then had dinner and a nice evening.

Friday morning was Easter Friday so no work for us, I went out for a run - only for an hour and when I got back Charl was over and they were all waiting to open presents and have breakfast. Once that was done we then went in the hot-tub and then got ready and went out to Bicester as we had an hour booked to play Padel. We were pretty useless but Jack was fine and it was a bit frustrating as there were no quality rallies or anything, just messing about - but it was nice.

Back home and we got ready for evening meal and then got Mum and went to Beaconsfield where we had a nice booked at The Crazy Bear there. Tash got some champagne ordered and then we walked down the road a bit as we were in the Snug in the Thai restaurant and were treated to a 10 course taster meal. That was go good and really enjoyable. No rush and loads of food - a great evening.

We paid (£750.00) but that was fine as it would have been that much had we had a party or something so we didn't accept any money from people trying to pay us.

Along with the 30 year savings account Tash has been running and gave to Lewis (£5.6k) I think he's had a pretty decent celebration - although I do wonder how "appreciated" it actually is - there's never much coming from either of them, that's a lot of money to hand over. I don't know.

Anyway, it's done - hope they do appreciate it.

Back home and everyone tired and ready for bed. 

A lovely birthday and decent day today, a shame they're going back up North tomorrow for other birthdays (not Lewis's) so he's not around on the day in question and we are not invited up there either. It's going to be interesting (or very hard) when the baby arrived to determine how welcome and comfortable we feel going up there - just hope we're invited! 

Run and Mifi

Normal day at work - although we're being monitored even more now on timesheets so I am being very anal in keeping tabs on literally everything I am doing and recording it - see how long this lasts for!

At the weekend I ordered a mifi for the van (and an EE Data sim card) so that we could have internet on the go anywhere and not have to rely on hot-spotting my phone in the hope that it'll be a good connection and I can work remotely in the van.

Both arrived today and it didn't take too long to set up and test and the results are amazing. Admittedly I think we're in a good location here in Wolvercote but still, using the sim as the data connection on my laptop worked so well and quickly. I am excited to try and book some time away now!

This week and next we're supposed to be "tapering down" our runs and loading up on carbs, it means less running after doing the 20 miler, and to be fair my legs have been feeling good so I went out today and quite comfortably ran 3.5 miles - just as a loosener really.

Can't say that I am looking forward to the marathon but I will be glad to get it out of the way, I think that will the right fuel that weekend I should be able to complete it, albeit with a fair amount of walking but I can live with that. Just hope I make under 6 hours.

Jack's Birthday weekend

Jack was 24 this weekend - how old is that??

Jodie was down all weekend which was really nice and made it special for him.

Tash and I went out for a meal on Friday night with Clare and Greg, we met at The Store and went in their rooftop bar for a drink (non-alcoholic for me!) and then went to Quod for a great meal. Felt a bit awkward not having a decent drink but I was disciplined and kept to only a glass of wine. We did got for a pint next door at my suggestion and it was a really nice evening.

Even though we started around 5.00pm we still didn't get home until after 11.00pm.

Saturday was Jack's birthday, he went out for a run and then we got up and going, he didn't know what we were doing.

Stopped at Jeremy Clarkson's pub (Jack, Jodie, Tash, Me, Charl and Miles) - 10.55am and people were queued at the door for 11.00am opening! We explored and sat out in the sunshine of the garden and had tea and pasty which was so good. 

We then told Jack what we were doing and we had a bit of time to kill (Jack was hungry too!) so we stopped in Burford, that was very busy, and then carried on our way to North Leach for our "Scenic Sauna". Great little set up and location with loads to do there but we were there for the sauna and were not disappointed - other than it would have been good to be there for an hour longer - 55 mins was just a bit quick.

We relaxed and used the sauna and the cold plunge pools - I wimped out on those - the wind was cold enough for me! But fair play to all the others - they went for it! When our time was up we had coffee and cake and it was nice and relaxing.

After a bit it was time to go home - Jack and Jodie were going out in the evening for a meal (and a few of his friends were surprising him) and I had this long run I needed to do.

So we went back home and I slept for 40 mins and had a bit to it (not enough!) and then I set off for my 20 mile run. I originally was planning to do the Ring Road but as it was 5.00pm I thought I didn't want to do a part of it in the dark so I decided on 3.5 laps of the Wolvercote/Cutteslowe/St Giles triangle.

I did okay for the first 8-10 miles but it was hard and then it only got harder still. I didn't have enough water or gels and I'd not eaten enough food in the day so I was lacking energy. Charl and Miles drove past and so did big Thommo and tooted. I slowed down of course and soon I was struggling with 14 min miles, at 18 I tried to throw up, retching the lot but I had nothing to give. Tash then turned up and I was jogging at her walking pace so I think just walked and then by First Turn Jack drove past going home to get changed and stopped and I had to get a lift home - 19.67miles! Big let down!!

I keep telling myself that with proper prep and food/fuelling I will do a lot better so we'll see. I did get a few niggles and stopped a couple of times to stretch or wee, but that was only a couple of mins in total so not bad.

Bath at home for 45mins and then bed - didn't sleep a wink though!

Sunday I was up and okay to be honest, Jack went out for a run and we pottered around and then Tash walked Bess to Summertown but Jodie's not in good shape with her leg so I drove her there and we met with Jack in one of the coffee shops which was nice and relaxed. 

Back home we got all the food ready for his "party" with the family all coming round from 2.00pm onwards, sadly the rain spoilt it a bit and we were inside and out - more outside in the end so that was good. I did have a few bottles of Corona (about 4) but for 7 weeks now I've drunk very little alcohol!

Party went well and it was great having people over and we had a nice time and slowly they all left.

Didn't really do anything in the evening when it was just the four of us left, started watching a film but I was wiped out so went to bed about 9.30pm.

A good weekend - only two weeks now until this marathon

What is interesting though is that it is completely dominating all our conversations - literally 100%! I'll be glad when we have something different to talk about. We're talking about the accommodation, where to see people, what food, what driving, what to do afterwards, what runs we have left...and so on!  

Mothers Day weekend

So it was Mother's Day this weekend and we certainly went to town to spoil Tash! Of course it was a weekend for a start - not just Mothering Sunday.. :-)

So Friday Charlotte came over after work and got things sorted because her and Miles had told Tash they were doing dinner, in fact we were all doing dinner, she had bought loads of ingredients so that we could make our own sushi rolls etc. 

That was a nice start to the evening and she got things sorted, especially the sticky rice, and when Miles arrived we got going. We watched a couple of videos and then had a go ourselves. Great fun, and we were pretty good a it after a couple of goes. Had an experiment with a view ideas but all in all we kept making great tasting rolls of rice and getting full up on them. 

Had some chocolate pudding at the end but such a good idea and it was so healthy. Really enjoyed doing it. Pottered around for a bit but it was late so they left and off to bed.

Next morning Tash did a run and then we got sorted and went over to Charlotte and Miles again and they drove over to Leamington Spa where we met up with the boys around midday. We chose there because Charl and Miles were going to go to a friend's engagement party but they decided not to so that meant we had more time together which was nice.

Met Lewis and Jack and then wandered around Leamington to a coffee shop and then a record shop afterwards but it was nice just catching up and chatting. Back to the car and collected our picnics and then found a place in the park next to the river, unfortunately it turned a bit cold as the sun went in and people wanted to move on. But we had loads of nice food and treats and played some games.

Went for more of a walk around Leamington but to warm up we went to another bar and had a coffee - no alcohol again.

All went well and then we called it a day and went our separate ways. 

Back home I had a snooze and then went out running and did 13 miles which was hard work because I think I'd not eaten properly, only the rubbish in the picnic.

Back home I was wiped out.

Next day was Mothers Day and it was nice and we went out for a walk in the morning over to Blenheim as we had the kids and then back home and Tash did Sunday roast for us all.

A really nice weekend

  

Louise O'Hara has died

Very sad news to announce - at the weekend when playing golf with Wayne and Julio they said that Lou was in Helen House and it was just a matter of time. Tash and I messaged Marko with our love and feelings and then Wayne told me on Sunday when he was at football that she'd died.

Marko then posted on Facebook yesterday and as you could imagine for such a popular couple the messages have been flooding in.

Lou was around when we played football for Thame and was obviously friends with all the girlfriends at the time there. She was lovely and bubbly person that coped with terrible kids at school in Blackbird Leys but it didn't phase her. 

She's been very ill for a long, long time - over 5 years with this cancer and it's been expected that she would die almost any time but she kept fighting and hanging on, but the lads said at the weekend that she'd had enough and just wanted to go - sadly her wish came true

A very sad and sobering moment for us all

Bless her - we really liked her.

Longest run in my life!

Busy day with work meant that I couldn't get out in the morning or lunchtime so in the evening I packed up on time and after delaying tactics I had no option other than to go out for my evening run. I had a route in my head planned and wanted to match everyone else for running 16 miles at the weekend which I obviously didn't do.

It was quite a jump up from my usual run and Tash was suggesting that I only did 13 miles as per the half marathon. 

Anyway, off I went through Wytham and town etc and for whatever reason I felt okay and did it at a decent pace. Not sure if it was food, drink, getting fitter, decent music or change of scenery but I was happily pounding along and getting through the miles. 

As I came up the Marston Ferry Road I had a decision to make but in my head I just felt I had to do the full 16 miles - last two miles I was very slow and was hurting but I did it! Took me 3hr and 40mins which is a bloody long time but I didn't stop even once so I was delighted about that.

Got home and felt sick and tired. Laid in the bath for 30 mins and then bed - I knew I'd likely not sleep well and that was correct - shit night's sleep. Could hear my body not happy with me but I survived without cramp or anything and could walk okay in the morning - starting to stiffen up about midday though truth be told!

So that's the longest (time and distance) that I've ever run. On top of that there's another 10 miles so that's about 2hrs 15mins - goodness. Only about 5 weeks away so I need to get more of these runs in - same again Saturday! 

Travel up to Lewis and Emily's new home

Not a great night's sleep but it was okay, and I took Bess for a walk in the morning after having quite a nice relaxing coffee and toast in the sun on the patio - going to be a lovely day today.

Checked in with Sue and was able to drop Bess off early and then set out from her house around 9.45am with x2 Belgian buns from Coop and it was a two hour drive - very uneventful but enjoyable at the same time.

Their town is right on the junction so only 1.5 miles off the M6 so that was handy.

Took them some goodies that Tash had sorted and had a tour of the house and listened to their ideas - all very exciting and it's great that they have savings and profit so will be able to do a lot of the things that they have in their mind. Going to be a lot of work but they have decent rates from builders and designers up there so that makes one hell of a difference.

We did some moving of heavy items out to the garage - they've got so much space and the guy before them was very clearly a competent carpenter that's for sure. Lewis and I then went back to his old house and collected a load of plants that couldn't fit in the van on Friday and we popped into the large Go Outdoors up there and I tried on some zip off trousers but they weren't what I wanted.

Showed them how to use the wall-paper stripper and then we went to the local pub and I treated them to lunch and drinks. Back to theirs and then at 5.00pm I set off to come home. Took a bit longer as there was a lot of traffic but got to Sue's in 2 hours had a chat with her and then came home.

Went out for a walk to get my steps up and then watched a it of TV and had an early night - a long but enjoyable day. Really pleased for them.

The day after the baby announcement!

Was a bit of a slow riser this morning as it was after midnight when we got home and to bed, Flanners had arrived but forgot something and had to return to Bicester, I got up and started breakfast and Zoe and Niamh came over - scrambled eggs all round. 

They were obviously excited and the day followed the same pattern of people hearing the news and asking all the questions and screaming and crying. Good fun.

After breakfast and chatting with Brian we then went over to Sue's so they could share the news with her, Nikki was there with Danny and Vics kids and Sue had been shopping for lunch and everyone was pleased and excited with the news, then Katie turned up with her kids and then Tiff too - seems the word had got out!

It was a nice afternoon and then Lewis and Emily needed to leave for a meal with her family so they were on the road at about 1.30pm so in good time, and that signalled for everyone else to leave. Tash and I stayed and tidied up and did jobs where possible and we too left about 3.30pm. 

Needed to do some jobs in the garden but I then noticed that Charl still had my hedge trimmer so I went and got that and was pleased to learn that Miles had refitted the wire that we've all cut through once or twice in the past - like having a new tool!

Thanked them and was pleased to learn that their evening and then afternoon tea today had been a success.

Back home Tash and I worked in the garden and then when too dark came in for dinner (gammon with pineapple that was good) and then spent nearly two hours on her work's Wordpress site trying to sort ordering in a webpage, it was driving me nuts and it did defeat me - pissed off about that.

We then watched a couple of episodes of the Traitors - we're completely hooked on it, I love it.

Then early night to bed - what a weekend that has been. Still can't quite believe it!  

We're going to be GRAND PARENTS!!!!

Yes you read that correctly..finally!

Lewis and Emily were down for the weekend for the Harry Potter Show we were going to later today and then came down for breakfast first thing. Lewis went upstairs and came down with a small box that had Gin Making kit on it that he said had been delivered to them in error in Manchester.

Tash opened the box and was presented with a baby-grow, a card and a baby scan - she screamed and said rude words in excitement - Emily filmed the whole lot. We were both over-whelmed and excited, we really didn't expect any babies or weddings for another couple of years - this was a huge surprised.

Obviously we were delighted and all the questions then came out after the hugging and crying. 

Emily is just over 8 weeks gone (so it's quite an early announcement) and they had a private scan to make sure but will now go through the normal NHS schedule so the next one is shortly for 12 weeks - they will determine sex if they can and it was planned - just quicker that expected.

Such brilliant news!

After all that calmed down a bit I sorted Flanners out who was working on the porch again this weekend and we then got ready and made our way to Mum's and in the car before we set up Lewis handed her the card and then the excitement started again!

Getting to London was no problem and Tash had booked a place in Sussex Gardens that she'd used before and it was perfect, we walked to Marble Arch, got some snacks and then got the tube to Covent Garden and then walked to meet everyone in a Cafe Nero in Soho a couple of minutes walk from the theatre. 

Downstairs with our drinks and food Lewis handed out the cards to Jack and Charlotte announcing they were going to be Aunt and Uncle and again, lots of excitement and questions came about from everyone - it was really lovely. Loads of energy and people buzzing, it was great.

We then made our way to the theatre for the first of the Harry Potter and the Cursed Child shows - lovely place it was but Tash had bought us really poor seats - missing a third of the stage depending on where you were sat - but it was sold out so there was no way of moving to a better view. No one said anything, they were all Xmas presents so they couldn't really. I think Tash felt a bit sheepish and kept insisting on sitting in the worst seat but I took that place for one of the performances.

So the day was a show at 2.00pm with an interval as normal, you then have a break and back again for the second half at 7.00pm. The show itself was enjoyable. There were a few things that took a bit of getting used to (oh, the show is about Harry and Draco's sons becoming friends at school - I think there were gay undertones between them but it didn't completely come to the surface so was a bit vague) anyway, that didn't detract from the sets and special effects which were good. Some of the magic tricks were excellent and kept us guessing how they were done.

With the first show done, we left and walked a few minutes round the corner to a restaurant that Charlotte had booked called Wingmans - we had our own little booth but it was such a cool place and set up - loved it. Food (chicken!!) and drink sorted and we had a time for a pudding for Miles's birthday which is next week.

Whilst waiting for the restaurant to sort our table (we were 10 mins early) Tash received a text message from Zoe, as she'd come round to walk Bess for us and Tash deliberately placed the baby announcement information by the dog lead - Zoe played it cool initially as if to not show that she'd read the card - in fact I think she thought it was from Tom and Emily thanking us for presents for their baby Bobby. Then her and Niamh read the details and we got excited, screaming voicemails from them both!

Back to the theatre for the second show and that was enjoyable too - it was a long day though having both shows in one day - but you'd not want to come back for the second one on a different day/night so it was good to do it in one hit. We all enjoyed it. Since coming home I've read some scathing and negative reviews but I think that's mainly from people that are massive fans. It did have some quirky and odd bits about it but overall really enjoyed the day.

Outside the theatre Charlotte and Miles got an Uber to Brixton O2 as they'd got tickets for Sami Vergi with GG and Ev (and they were staying the night in London as they were going to Savoy for lunch tomorrow - great birthday present for Miles) and we got the tube to Paddington and said our goodbyes to Jack and Jodie. Jodie was right with the tube station stop as it made our walk to the car shorter and then we were on the road. I fell asleep, dropped Mum off and then got home and straight to bed.

Such a brilliant day - keep thinking about it and what I will be called, can't think of anything decent at the minute but I am sure I will get there with something!

So pleased for them both, and with the new house purchase such a change to their lives. Hope that goes through soon.

We are the first to be told the news, Emily's parents already have grandchildren, they will obviously be pleased but for us it's our first so that's super special. There was obviously reference to Derek too in that we lose him but gain a new member to the family (Dark Side!). 

Tash and I are already planning logistics for travelling up North to be involved and how often and how long etc. Need to get it right so we're not over-bearing! Yeah, good luck with that..

Derek's Funeral

So today is Derek's funeral. 

Last night Jack asked for me and him to go to the gym and leave the house around 6.45am - I was up bright and early and sat downstairs watching the last episodes of Dexter Season 2 when he phoned me at 7.00am - "where are you?" he asked - "downstairs waiting for you since 6.30am!" - he didn't believe he at first - he'd overslept.

Still, we went anyway and got a decent hour done - quite enjoyed it, I really need to get up there more. He had a sauna and dragged out his time there whilst I waited for him....again!

I had the day off from work today, I still checked emails but we're on top of things at the minute so it's all good and running the Inbox these days is manageable.

Back home we got things sorted and then Jack drove me to Headington so I could drop off the flowers at the Funeral directors and then we went to Summertown because the photos that we'd ordered for the wake hadn't arrived so Tash ordered some instant ones from Boots. I was impressed with that - she'd uploaded and ordered them and 20-30mins later I went to the machine, scanned the QR code and the photos all printed, very good service. £11.00 for 20 - so not too desperate.

Back home Lewis arrived and then we all got ourselves sorted and went and got Mum. Lewis and her family (minus Trevor) were all there and we chatted before jumping in the cars and heading for the Crematorium. It was interesting, and nice, seeing who arrived and thankfully there was a decent number of people - the 30-odd that Mum hoped would be the numbers - perhaps just a bit more than that actually. 

There were people from her work and neighbours and friends and then some of ours were there - Wayne, Zoe, Little and Big Liams and Sharon. 

We waiting in the warm room until Chanelle (funeral director) called us in and us 6 pall bearers waited outside until the right time to carry him in. Whilst we were waiting three people arrived who I didn't recognise and after being in the chapel for about 2 mins came out again - they'd arrived at the wrong crematorium!! "OMG, it's like Only Fools and Horses" I heard the lady say - of course I found the funny side to it and offered for them to stay anyway!

It was now time to carry Derek's coffin in which was for me, Jack, Lewis, Simon, Peter and Luke and we did okay - but it was heavy. As I turned to return to my seat I was greeted with Tash and Charlotte crying so I had to look the other way knowing that I had my speech lined up and didn't want to get emotional reading it.

Kirsten did her bit and her introduction was good, Lewis did a reading well, and then I had to do eulogy. I did okay and just told the stories from my notes and looked up etc and enjoyed doing it to be fair. A hymn, music, Lewis doing another reading and soon it was all over with Kirsten wrapping things up. 

As we filed out to the music from the Hovis Advert we placed a single white rose on the coffin and milled around outside chatting and thanking people. After 20 mins people started to depart and go back to work or the pub (Vic and Danny's Abingdon Arms) - we thanked Kirsten and Chanelle and they were complimentary to us and gave mum a photo and that was it - all very well done.

We made our way to the pub and had a back room all to ourselves and we had drinks and food and caught up - it was a really nice afternoon and people stayed a long time so that was fantastic. Really enjoyable afternoon and a great send off for Derek. 

Louise and her kids decided they wanted to go home and not back to Mum's - bit odd that they don't put themselves out more for Mum, but there you go. We stayed on a bit later and then went back to Norton Close and had some food and more chatting. Mum was tired and had a headache by now so we made a move to leave her to it and she was fine with that.

Back home we all went to bed and that was the day over.

I was quite pleased with Jack as on the way home he said he liked my writing and speaking style and and I should be writing blogs - "it's very distinct". That was a nice compliment.

A long day but it was "enjoyable" and went really well. Bless Derek, he was a part of our lives and in some ways wasn't - he was very withdrawn from things but was a constant for Mum. 

She did really well today - just need to keep her active going forwards now because she's not going to be visiting the home now and with the funeral done all the planning that was involved is also free time that she now has. 

   

Derek has passed away

Normal morning and got stuff done but after a few messages from work I thought that I’d go to the hospital for a bit longer so left the house around midday and managed to park at St Joseph’s school and walk up.

Mum, Tash and Charlotte were there and we chatted and did the quiz in the magazine and I’d taken them up some packed lunch. Derek was less responsive today and didn’t do anything. 

Tash went over to Bicester to sort Dulcie’s birthday present out and and Charl went to work about 1.30pm. 

My 2hr slot was close to finishing and Derek’s breathing changed so I said to mum I needed to move the car but would look to come back and not go home. Managed to find a single space to squeeze into in Sandfield road and went back to the room. When I walked in mum said his breathing had changed and I said I’d noticed which is why I’d gone back. I’d even texted Tash saying I was staying another two hours as I “had a feeling”. 

Over the next 25 minutes his breathing changed from shallow quick breathes to slower, deeper and intermittent breathes. Eventually it seemed he was holding his breathe and I got a nurse in. She sat opposite to take his pulse and I stood next to mum with my arm around her she she held onto his hand and he slowly slipped away. 

He died at 3.00pm.

The nurse left us with him and said there'd be no hurry to do anything and she'd give us time with him. Sat with mum as she took it in that he'd finally gone. I then gave her time herself to be with him and say whatever she wanted to say in private and went outside to the waiting room and shed a tear myself and messaged Tash and the kids. Tash was in Bicester with Dulce so got dropped her and came back.

After about 20 mins I went back in and Mum was okay and ready to let the nurse do whatever it is she needed to do to finalise the death. 

We sat outside again waiting and wondering what the next actions were and then Tash arrived and they had a good hug and cry.

The nurse came back out and we collected the various items we needed and had collected there whilst mum had been staying there since Sunday. One last good bye and kiss and we left Derek to the hospital, bless him. Makes me tear up typing this now - and this is three weeks later after the funeral catching up on my diary entries!!

We were all a bit numb really and not sure what to do. We came back home and spent the rest of the evening at ours. Charlotte came over and everyone supported Mum as you'd expect. We chatted about Derek and things that need to be organised but didn't spend much time on that side of things, was the time to do so.

It has obviously been a long and tiring week and emotionally draining and I drove mum home and decided to stay the evening so we sat in the front room at hers for a couple of hours chatting - she didn't really want to go to bed but we did and it was the first time I've slept in my bedroom for about 30 years - that felt odd.

So that's it - Derek fought really well even at the bitter end, I am so relieved that I had the feeling I did and stayed on - Mum would have really appreciated it and would have struggled being on her own.

Sad but at the same time it's not a massive shock to the system because Mum has lived on her own for 5 years now, it's just the finality of it that makes it so very hard. 

Bless him.

Happy New Year!

Woke up okay - not too much of a heavy head - phew! Same for Tash. Managed to get through all the Festive Season without a hangover so that's a result.

Pottered around in the morning and got jobs done and then Mum came over for lunch and stayed a couple of hours catching up which was nice. We then went over to Charlotte's to collect the bureau they took from Sue's but couldn't sell so we're taking it into our house to free up space for them as they need to get working on renovating their kitchen.

We all then went (in two cars) over to Sue's and had spag bol there which was good - we stayed quite a long time for her and even did Jay's Quiz - not a bad effort in the end with about 43 out of 50 - happy enough with that!

Didn't have a drink - will see how long that lasts shall we? Couple of weeks in theory should be possible.

Came home and went out for a walk as I wanted to get to 10k steps today - not even close which was failure on the first day!! Came home and we watched another film - this time it was once called Labor Day - bit odd but it was nice enough. That took us to 9.30pm and I've been waiting all Xmas for 9.00pm today for the second season of SAS Rogue Heroes - started watching it and Tash gave up after 20mins and went to bed. 

It didn't disappoint and the announcer said the next episode was on iPlayer so I checked on there and sure enough...all six episodes were there! It had to be done - I watched them all and went to bed at 3.30am. Loved it. And they've left it so that there HAS to be a season three to cover them as part fo the D-Day invasion.

With that I went to bed - eyes a bit sore I must admit! Worth it though.