What a Plonker!

To say that I am annoyed with myself this week would be a HUGE understatement indeed! I. Am. Furious. with myself.

Let me begin…Last week, thanks to the best parents in the world ( i.e. mine) I got my very first car! Woo-hoo!

It’s a beauty. I have been tentatively driving around Swansea ever since. We’ve been down to Bracelet Bay with the children, we’ve been for a Joe’s Ice cream, we even made it up to the Valley’s and on to Craig-y-Nos Castle without so much as a hiccup to knock my new-driver- confidence. I was loving the freedom that having my very own car had given me. I love not having to rely on other people in order to take my children on days out. The Kendall’s couldn’t have been happier.

Bracelet Bay Swansea

The Best Ice Cream In The World!

Craig-y-Nos Castle

Until, that is, I popped down the road (literally down the road!) to visit my Nan – serves me right really, I should have walked there and not been so blimming lazy – but no, I drove. On getting in to a parking space, which didn’t even look particularly tight, I scratched my beloved car! Not just a little scratch – a big one, with a big dent to boot! I couldn’t believe it, I’d had it for less than a week! So, my perfect, immaculate car – my very first car, now has a major imperfection and my confidence in my driving has plummeted. Yes, it could have been worse – another car could have been involved, I could have caused someone an injury, etc etc but this doesn’t make me feel much better. I see now that this is the reason most people have old bangers as their first car, perhaps then it’s not so soul-destroying if they have a bit of a scrape. Oh well, what can I say but, lesson learned – the hard way.

If anyone knows any cheap bodywork mechanics though, please get in touch…

Almost a Year Ago I…………

It struck me today that this Sunday, I will have been engaged for one full year.

Now, I’m not sure if it’s unusual or not that, after those first few weeks of wedding-fever and buying every wedding magazine I could lay my hands on, the excitement completely fizzled out.

A year later no venue has been viewed, no colour scheme been chosen and no dress tried on.

It’s not that I don’t want to get married, I do (ha!), it’s just that I don’t much like the thought of the actual wedding day. Do I really want to be the centre of attention? Or, more terrifyingly, do I want to have my photo taken? Eeeek – no I do not!

I’ve never been one of those girls who’ve always dreamt of getting married or who have their wedding planned before they’ve even met the Groom! However, recently I’ve found myself day dreaming of our big day and thinking that actually wearing a pretty dress, seeing the Mr. in a smart suit, putting on a bit of make-up and having a family knees up (not forgetting the most important part – the ring. Erm, I mean the sacrament of marriage) is rather a nice idea.

Plus it would give him indoors, and indeed the rest of my family, a chance to see me wearing something other than my usual uniform of grubby leggings and an oversized cardi! A novelty in itself. I’d also get to have the same surname as my children (altough, saying that, changing it through deed poll is probably cheaper.).

Not as meaningful, romantic or as fun though, so I’d better start filling up that copper jar in my kitchen!

In other news, I finally passed my driving test! After a…...few attempts (OK 5!!!) I’ve finally conquered it. Can I get a whoop whoop?

Silent Sunday – (I couldn’t choose just one photo)