It is not often that I will openly stand in support of a football club that is not Arsenal but this time I am saying a big well done to Chelsea (cough) for sacking Mutu over his failed drug test. All too often these things get swept under the carpet and glossed over. For once a football club has set the right example to kids everywhere. Well done :)

However, he had fallen out with hairy faced ragamuffin Mourinho, so perhaps that was a contributary factor in his dismissal? I can also understand the point of view that people need support at times and defended Arsenal for their backing of Merson and Adams and their misdemeanors.

So well done Chelsea but (*shakes head) is there not something to be said for loyalty and support?

Well come now, I could not be completely postive about Chelski could I :)

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I have been worrying recently about my advancing years. It seems that everyone feels the need to mention the fact that I will soon be 30. I don't mind the fact that everyone feels the need to mention it but I do mind the fact that I am indeed soon to be 30. I hear myself saying things that I never previously would have uttered - about music, fashion (yes I am aware of it), 'the youth of today' etc. I have found myself looking over my glasses when reading and making disapproving sounds when children run riot in supermarkets...None of this is a good sign. All of this points towards me being old. Perhaps before my time, perhaps not.

However, I was pleased to discover today that there is hope for me yet. My trip to the gym helped put my mind at ease as I did not feel the need to join in the conversation with the other patrons regarding their ailments. I did not feel the need to comment on toenail operations, people blowing up (yes that was the claim of one woman), tales of having been poisoned by the worst sort of poisoning you can get, blisters, sores, phlegm or being dead and brought back to life. I did not say 'ooh never' once, I did not add tales of illnesses suffered by friends of friends of friends and their guinea pigs. I just smiled, nodded along and when appropriate pressed go on my MP3 player and listened to the terrible music of the youth of today.

When I took it off an hour later, the conversation had moved on. This time to stories of broken wrists going bad, arthritis and why the rowing machine didn't go faster.

Hello to Auntie Deb by the way :)

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My little car is back from the garage. I am lighter to the tune of 200 quid but Robert Pires is ok again. New tyres, a shock absorber, some new lights and he is now ok to go for another year. Shame I forgot to ask them to fix the fan again. I will remember one day I am sure. No doubt the next time I am sat in traffic with steam rising from the bonnet. Took him for a trip to Tesco once I had picked him up. Amazing what a difference grip makes on the tyres :)

Half term week has thus far been uneventful. Gym, housework, car, Tesco, some decorating at Matt's...that's it really. Today is a school work day, as are tomorrow and Friday...and probably the weekend too...

This and this have amused.

I keep thinking about this time last year. Clearing and decorating the conservatory, trips to the tip etc. What difference a year makes.

I suppose I had better get back to the school work :(

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I thought I had better write today's entry before the game this afternoon. Although, if we win I will no doubt add to it :)

A not so quiet night in last night. Some potato/grain juice consumed and a whole evening of The Smiths on TV. What more could a girl want? (Do not answer that)

The house is quiet today so far. Ashley is keeping my toes warm and Freddie is chewing on the leaves of the rose that sits on my coffee table (thanks O/I)

I forgot to book an MOT for the car in the busy week that passed, so I am marooned in Herne Bay until I can get him sorted . Good job it is half term else I would not be popular at work! Being marooned in Herne Bay isnt as bad as it sounds...there is the beach, the gym, erm erm...chav filled safeways...erm erm ok, it is as bad as it sounds. Hopefully the nice men at the garage can help me out tomorrow. (or the rude one I spoke to Saturday even. I don't care, I just need Robert to have some attention) Oh and of course thereis the pub too. Which is where I am heading now to watch the football. Wish us luck. How many sendings off do you think there will be today?

*crossed fingers

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I might be wrong but does this not strike you as odd? How much evidence do they need? He admits it to a national newspaper and that is 'insufficient evidence' to take disciplinary action against him?

Erm ok.

...and on a third and final football note. Lehmann, even I am losing my patience with you now. Curls or no curls.

Posted by kary at 08:55 PM | Permalink

The weekend was spent in the company of my lovely family, some Arsenal players the M2 and a few trains.

Up to the Arsenal game on Saturday and we were so good that, at times, it was almost dull. After an early goal caused by Dan's dodgy trainers, Villa brought next to nothing to the table at all. We cruised. It is great to have done so well but being English, I have to find something to moan about :) Utd will make it 50 although and Irritating Man pointed out...the last time we went on a decent unbeaten run we met Villa at home and won 3-1 before meeting Utd at Old Trafford and losing...I don't believe in omens but..?

After the game we hopped on a train and back to Dan and Claire's for dinner with mother. A low fat asparagus risotto (thanks :)) and 'some' wine later, we all crash for the evening before getting up and heading back to Dad's for Sunday dinner.

So lots of food, drink, trains, family and driving (for me) thanks to all :)

It has left me exhausted and I am still denying that sore throat...I am NOT ill, I am NOT ill...

Posted by kary at 10:34 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

'impatience
n 1: a lack of patience; irritation with anything that causes delay [syn: restlessness] 2: a restless desire for change and excitement 3: a dislike of anything that causes delay [ant: patience]'

I do not like to think of myself as being impatient. I like to think of it as enthusiasm, motivation or something like that. In reality though, I think it is just plain old impatience.

I do not however think I am like the woman behind me in the petrol station yesterday. I pulled in to the petrol pump thingy in front of her and was reversing back to the pump and she decided she could wait no longer and pulled alongside me. Now this is tricky to explain without the aid of a diagram (and I am not THAT sad) but she basically managed to totally block both me and her good self in. There was a brief Austin Powers moment where I attempted to edge back and forth until finding an angle of escape. The whole time she was edging forward into the tiny gaps I had made, thus increasing the problem. So I edge, she edges, I edge, she edges, I edge, she edges, I stare crossly, she edges...this time making contact with Robert's wing. I stare more crossly. She edges (back this time) until I am finally able to move, however the only place she has left me to go is out of the petrol station and back in again. I was not happy. And did her impatience pay off? Did she free herself from the forecourt more swiftly for her promptitude? No. it took significantly longer than if she had just waited until I had reversed into the space in the first place.

Impatience. Like those who drive so close to the back of your car you feel like opening the boot to let them in... or people who push in front of queues with their 20p for a paper huffing and puffing all the way...

...or people who want all their tomorrows to happen today.

Posted by kary at 10:03 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high.
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue.
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops, Away above the chimney tops.
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then - oh, why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,
Why, oh, why can't I?

Posted by kary at 10:32 PM | Permalink

So here we find ourselves in October and the leaves on the trees turning once again. Where has the time gone?

Has been an emotional weekend for a number of reasons, not least the party that was my brother and Claire's reception almost a year on from their Vegas Wedding. The day did not start well, with an accident on the M25 forcing me to follow Mother's alternative directions to her house. After driving for what seemed like forever I gave up and she had to come out and get me. Lots of fussing and faffing later and we headed on up North (Godmanchester nr Huntingdon) to meet with a stressed Dan, some fairy cakes and a whole array of pink balloons. Sadly mother and I left a bag at home and that bag happened to have the cameras in so no photos of the deflated heart shaped ones that caused much mirth. We assisted Dan in decorating the room to his grand plan and then headed off to get ready. I allowed mother to do my hair and make-up in a girly fashion so I looked a bit wild but ok I think. It caused concern to me however, that those who knew me were so suprised to see me in a dress! Anyway, Champagne flowed, we watched the video of the wedding, I cried (again) and everyone had a fine old time. Apparently everyone within a 5 mile radius of Dan now knows how much I love him and how proud of him I am - oops, perhaps I should leave the Champagne in future :/

I am feeling slightly deflated today as I had been building up to last night for quite a while and its done now, Elvis has finally left the building and what happens now?

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