Moan Moan Moan....

Why am I soooo moody?  It could be that I am soon to reach 21 x 2 + 1. Now that is depressing.  Or that I need to loose 2 stone and have no willpower.  I am sad and gutted that my poor Mum is so sick and I feel utterly helpless. My life is lacking romance. I am always knackered, stressed and skint. Working full time, being Mum, Wife, Cleaner, Cook and Gardener (well I lied about the last one as I don't have green fingers), is a little bit tricky.

Are all men useless and compete with their children for your love and attention?  Message to my husband: Charlotte is 3! I have to reach up for her hidden jaffa cakes, warm her milk, give her a bath etc because she cannot do that stuff. You on the other hand are perfectly capable of getting a beer from the fridge and ironing your own shirt. GGRRRR. 

We have been enjoying the Olympics and hurray for Girl Power. We have done so well as a Nation and its brilliant to see the ladies of Britain dominating that medal table.

As a country, has our love affair with football gone sour? I am extremely passionate about football. Arsenal is one of my great loves! When I was at school, I was the only girl in my class that went to football matches.  Happy memories of Frank Stapleton, Liam Brady, Willie Young and co circa 1978.  Team GB were knocked out of the Olympics on penalties, but did anyone really care?  Not really. Why should we when so many of our athletes are doing amazingly well. These athletes are not being paid £100,000 per week. They are doing it because of pride, passion and being proud to be British.  I hate football, well until August 18th anyway.....