Recently I got a nice email from Tots100 suggesting we might like to enter a video competition to become Center Parcs family bloggers, which comes with the perk of a free holiday. How could I refuse? We go to most home games at Kingsholm in Gloucester, it was always Blokey, D, Jen and myself. But since D has started at grammar school he has taken to remaining home to do his excessive amounts of home work. D didn’t want to come today, even though it was a very sunny, non autumnal day. Jen on a statue. We were pulling faces, our team lost. No, my nose isn’t broken. If you watch BTsport I’m sure you’ll have seen us at Kingsholm matches.
This morning I woke in the night, as I often do. Still a bit sleepy I walk in to my kitchen for a drink, not bothering to turn on the lights as I can see enough from the orange glow of a nearby street lamp. I bent down to retrieve a clean and slightly warm mug from my dishwasher and I catch movement out of the corner of my eye. A woman is in my garden, walking past my window. I see her eyes towards me, shes looking in to my home, I duck but keep watch. Then a second shadow sneaks past. I hear whispered voices. They are standing still, in my front garden, right at my front door. I feel frightened. I shout loudly to Blokey upstairs “there are people in our garden” and I run upstairs to look from a safer place. Its not like opening my […]