
![]() Hello & happy June to you all!
I don't know about your neck of the woods but it's been utterly vile in ours. It's been cold lashing rain and windy. My two children are finished school for the summer - yes they get three months of holidays. I personally think it's far too long but as you can imagine the kids don't agree! Poor Spike hasn't returned. We were all beginning to drop into a deep depression when we got the wonderful news that Spike's sister has happy news. She's had three babies and guess what? We're allowed to have one! Here he is! Look at the stripy Kermit legs! Isn't he just a dote? He's still too little to leave his mummy so he's coming at the beginning of July. I've been buried in writing meanwhile. It's great and I'm enjoying it, but the juggling with home life has been crazy. We have a lovely au pair girl arriving to join us tomorrow which will mean I can go to my office to work in the mornings in the knowledge that the children are safe and not setting fire to the place. My two are at an age where they really don't need babysitting as such - just supervision of the many fights and stand-offs. So I hope the lovely Brazilian girl has her whistle and is ready to referee! Failing all of that I could always give Katie Taylor a call and ask her to pop around and wave her boxing glove at them. Did you all watch her winning the world championship again? God I am in awe of her. She's just the most inspirational and amazing woman. She's also from my home town of Bray and I'm proud to know her. She's heading off next month to London to the Olympics and I hope she's going to win a gold medal. She so deserves it. To me she's just a dynamic package - she's as pretty as a doll, refined and clever with a punch like an express train. Wham! God she's brilliant. My paternal grandfather was a champion boxer in his day, so I've grown up with a love and understanding of the sport. So to have a world champion living around the corner who has undoubtedly and singlehandedly pushed boxing for women into the olympic forum is a thrill. Gowan Katie! Ants have taken up residence in our kitchen. They're everywhere. I've done all the necessary steps to stop them, from powders to you name it, yet every morning they're there again.... They don't bother me as such but it's probably not a great idea to have tons of the little blighters scurrying about. I've taken to shouting at them and squashing them by hand. Not overly effective for getting rid of them either but it's a way of venting pent up emotion if nothing else - ant therapy rules. I get great satisfaction from my many mini murders each morning. I wonder if karma will come back and bite me on the ass for heartlessly killing so many ants? Maybe a big foot will come through the sky and squash me one of these days... As my hair is still struggling to grow and replenish itself after the last round of chemotherapy, I was pleased in a slightly warped way to realise I am a true blonde again. I did that thing that we all vow we'll NEVER fall victim to... Yup I filled my diesel car with petrol. I even managed to drive home with a full tank of wrongness. The car was chugging a bit and I did fleetingly wonder why it was so sluggish. Needless to say I kept going - I'm the type of car owner who only investigates my car when it won't move any longer. So I pitched up outside my house (brilliant or what?) and it conked out. Looking down at the receipt from the petrol station I clocked the words 'unleaded petrol'. I had a brief moment of panic where I considered crying, running up and down pulling at my newly grown hair and having a general melt down. Then I calmly realised that the deed was done. I couldn't change it - so there was no point in loosing the rag. I phoned my local kindly mechanic, admitted straight off that I was an idiot and asked him to come and fix the problem. Within minutes the car was towed away and appeared back the next day working once more. It cost me a few euro which is beyond annoying - but do you know what? It's not life threatening. Bloody irritating - but not the end of the world. My hubby was delighted and figured he'd have months of slagging ahead. But even he has to admit to being mildly disgruntled by my lack of caring on the whole thing. My not giving a toss has taken all the fun out of it for him. I also got to drive my brothers zooped up boy-racer style yoke with rear spoiler and mad growling twin exhausts for the day. Other similar car owners pulled up to me on the motor way nodding for me to race them. In the beginning I was only short of wagging my finger and saying - piss off, I don't do crazy-madness speeding, I'm a responsible mother. After a couple of hours in the car however I was getting with the plot. If I'd had the car any longer I reckon I'd be behind bars by now for dangerous driving. It's lucky I'm not a teenage boy. I'd be a force to be reckoned with! I'm off to begin painting on the spare room. Totally last minute dot com of me, but the walls are in dire need of a lick of paint. The au pair arrives tomorrow so it's a bit late in the day for all this decorating but at least the fumes will let her know we made an effort. Hope the sun is out and the rain isn't beating down on you where ever you may be. 'Keeping Mum' my next novel is out officially on July 2nd in Ireland! I'm so excited and hope people are going to enjoy it. I'll keep you all posted with that! Ciao for now! Love Emma x x
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