BAD BOOKS

Andy has decided to have a go at making a cake and in the process broken my mixer.

It's the last calamity in a whole series of doing things to generally get in my bad books. I can't quite pin-point when it all started but it certainly climaxed on my birthday a few days ago.

To be fair he had asked in advance if I would mind him going to the Hull City away game against Blackburn, and I was quite happy for him to go. I was a little disappointed when I found out it was actually on my Birthday, but hey - I could live with that.

As we couldn't spend the Saturday together I decided to take the Friday off work so we could go out as a Family.

Friday arrived a beautiful sunny August day; blue sky with white fluffy clouds. Unfortunately the nearer we got to Whitby the darker the sky got and the more bruised the clouds looked. As we arrived in Whitby the heavens had opened, the car parks FULL, the streets packed with tourists armed with lethal eye extracting umbrellas. We did have a very nice lunch of fish and chips. We then attempted a little bimble up the narrow cobbled streets, but it was the sort of rain that even ducks hate.

Back home apparently it had been beautiful all day.

Saturday, my birthday. So what does the loving husband who is deserting his wife on her birthday buy as a gift to compensate?

An ironing board cover and peg bag! (Oh and a wok which Andy has been after for ages).

I really tried not to look disappointed, but failed miserably, which annoyed Andy.

While I was in the shower he did pop out to the local shops and bought me a box of chocolates and even bought some wrapping paper and a ribbon.

After dropping Andy and my Dad off at the KC stadium to catch their coach I did feel a little guilty, after all if they had a horific coach crash I would treasure that peg bag and ironing board cover forever.

The day did get better, I had a nice lunch out with Jessica and after Mass Sandra had brought a cake to go with the cup of tea. Jessica and myself went over to see James, Ella and Leona. They had written me a special Birthday Poem.

Your husbands gone to football,

and we think that's really bad.

He didn't go on his own,

he even took your Dad.

And now you have to pick them up

you must be really mad!

But today it is your Birthday

So we hope you will be glad!