On our recent holiday to Austria, I thought it would be a tremendous idea to nip over the border into Italy and have a pizza.
My wife could have coffee, Sophie could have ice cream, Harry could have…er…bread(?) and everyone would be happy.
After all, it was only about 50km to the border. Simple.
Little did I know what I was letting myself in for…
OK, so we’d survived the night of all of us in one room. Just about.
And we’d had an incredible holiday in Austria (more in future posts).
But we really hit a low point with the security check on the way back. I mean, we’ve only been flying for twenty years…
Coming away on holiday is an absolute treat. Such a privilege to take a step out of daily life and travel away, in our case to visit our very generous relatives who live near Innsbruck, Austria.
The process of leaving home though can be a little bit arduous, a fact that was hammered home to us by our overnight stay at the Premier Inn, Gatwick where the four of us were crammed into a family room of four beds and a cot.
It did not go well.
Well it actually happened.
Sarah not only turned up at the bottom of the aisle but she sauntered down with a huge smile on her face and tied the knot with Rick.
And I even managed to remember the rings that made it official.
That’s how long it’s been since I first met my best mate Rick at high school, complete with a cocky look on his face and a rather dodgy hairstyle. (or was that me?)
Now he’s well into his 30s, his hair has improved slightly and he still likes to wind people up – in a push-your-luck kind of way.
Today he’s getting married – how did it come to this??
On this day ten years ago, I was feeling ill and rather sorry for myself when a young lady who I’d been on a couple of dates with rocked up at my house.
She had brought with her some feel-better goodies – chocolate, orange juice – and then took advantage of my sorry state to ask if I was ready to “make it official on Facebook.”
Our first ever photograph together
The rest, as they say, is history.
It’s been a really special Easter for Sophie this year.
We were determined to make Easter at the very least as memorable as Christmas for her and my wife put in some sterling work to make that happen.
Here’s how it turned out…
It made me feel very old when I realised it’s ten years next month since I did my final university exams.
A lot has happened since then, you could say.
To mark this momentous occasion, I reunited with my housemates and returned to the city of Forest, the Goose Fair and Robin Hood to see if anything had changed…
A handsome bunch of characters back in 2007 – we’re just missing Andy!
I realise that blog title makes me sound like I did a really sacrifical thing for Mothers Day this year.
Conscious of my wife’s incredible mothering, I gave her a day off and looked after the children all day, by myself.
That’s a little misleading…
Amidst the turmoil of the past seven days (make that seven years) at Blackburn Rovers, one thing is for absolute certain.
Tonight’s game at Burton Albion is a must-win.
Yes, we may have two games at hand but they’re six points ahead of us and I don’t really relying on travelling down to Fulham or entertaining Derby expecting two wins.
With a new manager in the dugout – Owen Coyle was the wrong choice from the start – there may be a bit of optimism amongst those of us travelling down to the Midlands this evening.
And if it’s Friday inspiration Rovers need, look no further than sixteen years ago and a trip down the road to the Reebok Stadium.