In like a Lion
For once I am not talking about my hair. Even though as a Leo I feel I don’t talk about it enough. This time its March. The mother always had a saying that said March, in like a Lion, out like a Lamb. In this case its true. Hailstones and a promise of snow. My dilemma of what summer jacket to wear has been solved. Don’t wear a summer jacket when there are hailstones hopping off one’s head. Take yesterday. Heading into town it was drizzling. I leave Marks and Spencers and its as if there are buckets of water being thrown at me. Thankfully I had no plans to head training as I was sore and tired and now soaked to the skin. A hot shower, dinner and some reading before I crawled into bed at 8.30. After a hardcore weekend, I think I am allowed an early night. To nicely finish off the weekend I discovered that no baby plans this time around. I had a feeling from Sat onwards. You get to know your body. I’m unsure how I feel. On one hand it was our first attempt and one can’t really expect you to get it right on your first go. But on the other hand, everything was in place and it was at the right time. So what’s going wrong? We shall leave it for this month for both emotional and financial reasons and give it a go in April. Perhaps the ovaries prefer spring months with proper sunshine as opposed to being rained and snowed upon. Who can blame them.
Great weekend catching up with the sister. She flew in on the Friday and the kid met us for lunch. I’m almost afraid to say it but she’s maturing. It was weird but nice that the 3 of us sat like adults, had some lunch and nattered away. Ruggers on the Saturday was great fun. A few mates came and joined us and there were a good few english heads in the pub as well. They were really nice people. I don’t know why I am always sound surprised?! I mean its not their fault that some of their commentators are pains in the ass who think there is no other country then England. The match was much too close for my liking. 2 minutes to go and a point in it. We’ll need to get out act together for Scotland cause Wales will be rubbing their hands together with glee at the sight of us fumbling like we did on Sat.
This week consists of doing as little as possible. Thursday is dinner with the rentals and am going to head training tomorrow as I am better spirits and less likely to cry if no-one wants to be my partner. This was entirely possible yesterday and I can only imagine how seriously my fellow boxers would take me if I was to burst into tears. As seriously as they take me now I suppose 
With my ladybird ‘fighting socks’, I am a force to be reckoned with.
