They really are doing the rounds at the moment and I had thought I had successfully avoided them until Valentine’s day when it finally caught up with me. I’m over the worst of it now and at the red nose need to lead Santa’s sleigh stage. Hopefully by tomorrow I shall be cold free. The amount of tissues one gets through is ridiculous AND I also feel quite strongly about all tissues should have to have Wella balsam, it should be a governement requirement. People protest about all sorts of things. Speaking of protesting I have a good mind to write a letter to the goverment about the whole CP bill thing. Talk about dragging things out. At this stage, there’s rumours it won’t get the committee stage before the summer which means we can’t apply until then which puts out the whole idea of celebrating it on our 10th wedding anniversary. Looks like an autumn wedding if at all. I’m not up on all the red tape but if it came before the Dail last year how long can it take?! I suppose the people who are anti-CP are happy enough. See that I don’t get? I get that you aren’t happy that its not full equality, I get that we all want the full rights that straight relationships have. But don’t start on at me about wanting some sort of protection for my relationship. I have respect for your right to be angry with this ’sellout’ so respect my right to want to avail of it.

The kid was over last night, we were supposed to have sister’s night last week but we were only back from the wilds of Holland she hadn’t seen her man in a few days and so wanted QT. The weekend had been spent with all the titches together talking 19 to the dozen and poor little niece trying to keep up. She seemed very happy having all her aunties wrestle her out of her Mammy’s arms for cuddles. She has grown up so much in 2 months. The sister K is talking about coming over here at the end of March so we get a chance to introduce the littest titch to the framily. The previous weekend to that we went to one of the nicest hotels I think we have stayed in for a long time. Dunboyne Castle Hotel. Its hard to get a good balence with hotels. Too big and they can be
impersonal. Too small and they can be head wrecking. Don’t get me started on the art work and the quilts. Some hotels look like Laura Ashley threw up in the bedrooms. But this place was classy. Throw a spa into the mix and you have one very happy Mammy2. Well it was her bday.

My grading is looming before me and I am starting to get nervous. I have been training for the last nearly 2 years and doing these kicks and punches nearly every week. Yet the thought of standing in front of the instructor and remembering everything is freaking me out. I mean its the first belt, the yellow one. Its the most basic one. No jumping kicks, no spinning kicks, nothing like that. Perhaps its just the thought of standing in front of people and doing what I usually do when its the bag and me. I’m sure it will be fine and I’ll pass. I hope! The kid and Mammy2 are coming down to watch if they are allowed, I must check and also must ensure I don’t pause mid kick to wave over at them because that would be distracting.

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