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The Weekend Comes

The neighbours have GONE!!!!!!!

Oh bliss, joy and bliss, I am embraced with comfort after those horrid horrid people have packed up and gone.

After taking my daily concoction of sickness tablets and headache tablets and pain killers (priory here I come), I noticed whilst painting my daughters wardrobe a removal van, yes I did pich myself in the hope that I was not indeed hallucinating, but no, a red mark from the pinch I had but pain releived as I still had a removal van before my eyes through the hedgerow.

Cup of coffee in hand I immediatley phoned husband who then went out and got a starbucks to celebrate.

We first got an incling of a move way back in June, but then all went quiet and back to frosty stares from them everytime they went past we suffered, but low and behold they did it, they have gone.

To celebrate I thought I would cut the verge when the coast was safe and clear and they had left for the last time. Not a sole came to say farewell, If I had been made aware that today was the day I would have organised a 21 gun salute, one shot would surely have got the bastard by law of averages.

With so much I wanted to say, I thought best to lay low and say nothing at all, so scurried around the house until I thought all was safe.

Out my son and I go with the lawn mower, start its engine and think of stripe verge nirvana, when bugger me there they are, laughing and staring from there car window at the foot of my drive.

Oh hell I thought, I must look so so sad.

So off I scuttle with son screaming that he wanted to cut the grass, so I drag the mower back through and cut the back, with the usuall audience of prunes next door clearly judging me by my stripes, but for the last time, as eventually they went.

And yes, for the first time I got pleasure from cutting the verge, clearly laying out a boundary line for no-one to cross ever again (I have, I just gathered, been in the road too long as I am turning into a verge cutter).

Ah bliss, no more staring no more pinched faces spitting at us with there venom, ah yes, things are definately looking up.

Or are they,

Now I start to wonder who will be arriving at the prunes?, well lets face it they cant be any worse than the prunes themselves - can they?

What a life

Oh what a life this is.



Sometimes you are dreadfully unlucky and are touched along the path of life with very horrid people, read brain numbing stories of z list celebs trying to make names for themselves, Christopher Biggins, no need to say anymore.

Then there are the few you meet who inspire, catapult you into areas you would never dared to go without the inspiration , support determination of these said few My Husband, who got me through Cancer with my children, Lance Armstrong who through the pages of his book made me get on my bike and get on with things showed me a way out of the darkness, which i pedaled like mad and got through to a future although dimly lit at times - a future.

Jane Tomlinson however pedaled, ran swam, her way making a future for herself out of one she was told she didn't have.

Am amazing woman, husband, family who have been an inspiration and will be an inspiration to many for evermore. She took the crap life threw at her chewed it and spat it out and showed us all that with fight spirit and determination things can most certainly be changed.

I heard the news yesterday on the radio whilst painting the hallway, I was rather excited before the bulletin came on as I had just heard a friend of mine on the radio talking about school sizes, as , as with my son her eldest daughter had started her new "big" school that day.

I myself was not as nervous as she sounded , as after going through what I and my family have I was thank full , so very thank full that I was here to pick up the children and listen to there first day back stories - what ever they where going to be good or bad (luckily they where good), when at the news break the news about Jane Tomlinson came out.

I felt like I had been punched, Cancer is a powerful foe which can crush at any time it wants to, but Jane Tomlinson was proving an exception to that rule, she was calling the shots, she was doing this on her terms, she was showing us all.

You and your husbands courage and fight will not be forgotten

God bless you.