Is this a mad way to start?

I took your advice - well most of it, have definitely eaten and drunk too much today!

I drank too much, but you put kk in a pub with a free bar for the day and the inevitable happens. I do remember telling Josh Lewsey (name dropper that I am) that his dog was fat, but he explained to me that it was depressed.

The day started well, but then not so good. After all the present opening I decided to take fur face for a run. So we headed up out of Truro, at the big roundabout by Truro College I heard a screech behing me, the kind made by idiots trying to race away from traffic lights. Upshot was he lost it on the roundabout, car on two wheels and then spinning out of control towards me. There was that awful moment, when you think it's going to hit you and there's nowhere to go. It was our lucky day and it kept spinning ending up blocking the road. The male driver grinned at me and drove off, with his two small kids in the car. Meanwhile behind him was a big bang, in trying to deal with it one of the cars behind had gone straight up the backside of another car with a baby in the back seat. The two women drivers started shouting at each other, through shock I think. My legs were jelly at that point, Cole was hackles up barking at the whole thing. I then calmed the women down, checked everyone was ok, gave them both my phone number and told them that they should report the driver to the police. We all hugged and then I kept running. It could have been a hell of a lot worse.

The rest of yesterday was fun, lots of food, drink and laughs. I played barmaid again and am proud to say can still pull a perfect pint. Lots of rugby talk and Santa turned up for the kids.

I think I've managed to kill off our 22yr old nephew, might not see him until midday! 

Today will be mainly eating, drinking and I'm going to try to get everyone out for a walk... Oh and some good films starting with the Railway Children at 9.30. That was made the same year I was born.

It was a lovely dog, I wanted to take him home!

O...k...a...y... Apparently I was very entertaining last night and there is a reason why I have a huge bruise on my knee and my ski jacket is covered in chocolate and cream. Oh and my 'riverdance' was captured fully on someone's Ipad.

And I didn't do so well in the husband carrying game.

We've just watched Mr Stink and had a huge cooked dinner again. This afternoon is given over to watching films and generally loafing around. 

I wasn't supposed to carry my husband, I was supposed to climb over him as he did a press up and place a mince pie the furthest away from the step his feet were on, without touching the ground myself.

I lay on him, said 'Move then!" and flung the mince pie across the room.

We didn't win, bloody rugby drinking games!

Well, we're home and have just dropped our nephew off at sister in laws and had a very nice meal and entertaining evening.

I managed to run with Cole this morning before we left Truro, and we went our usual route. When I got to the roundabout where the accident (not really an accident, more incident) happened, I looked again and right where we were standing the car had actually broken the curb. My memory had it coming towards us but not that far. But it did... 

Well today has turned into a slob and watch films day, 'Aliens in the Attic' is fab yet the kids have gone outside, J just rollerbladed down the stairs on the way out. Granted we only have 5 of them but she made it somehow.

I went to do the food shopping this morning in a very random mood, so we have eclectic food for the next few days... Lots of duck, maybe that was rain inspired?

Not that the poor buggers I bought are going to be able to swim very far.

Does it poop rainbows? The unicorn, not the child!

Glad you had a good time. It will soon be all back to normal. Just ran 9.5 with Cole and passed a van which I thought said 'Shape your life with alpacas' I spent the next bit of my run wondering why anyone would want to be alpaca shaped.

I worked out it actually said, 'Share your life with alpacas'. An equally unappealing sentiment really.

Today D is fiddling with man stuff (the cars, not his junk).

Kids are playing on the farm or the computers in equal measure and I'm cleaning kitchen cupboards and watching more childish but entertaining films.

I have discovered that I can read my kindle in the bath. Yes I know it's an accident waiting to happen but I've always read in the bath.

Ooh... I is Googling, just because I can't see through your average Sainsbury's bag!

But yeah it's called selling dead cheap stuff at a hugely inflated price for the dickheads on the bandwagon.

Did I just mention I'm Googling it?

One click orders with Amazon are so easy and alluring aren't they? Just like sniffing Tippex when you were 12.

I can't find any parental controls on E's Kindle (the basic one) which means that she could order a shit load of stuff on my account. She wouldn't though.

Bonus is I get to read all the Dr Who books!

I'm devouring books now I'm off work for a small stretch and actually have time to read. Just going back to bed with a cup of tea and 'Safe House'.

That was all quite inarticulate, I'm half asleep still.

It's ok to be grumpy. I'm not a fan of off road racing, I hate not being able to just run without having to look at your footing, slow yourself down because of the terrain etc. I know a lot of people prefer it but it's just horses for courses.

I do do some off road races, but mainly I avoid them.

However I'm not a fan of flat races either. Hills and tarmac are the best combination for me.

I'm reading my book so fast now I'm skipping bits.

Hope the knee gets better quick. You could swim outside my front door at the moment. No literally you could, in the farmer's pond.

The dog just pissed in the pub. Fuckwit!

He's completely house trained but he's from a long line of farm dogs, they're not pets, they're working dogs. There's a difference.

And we know this, he only let's himself down (as all farm dogs will) when there's a pissing contest to be had. Sound familiar guys?

The local pub has all the dogs through its doors, it would get no trade if it didn't. ~He just smelt the fact that there was a territory contest (or a visitor's book if you will), and he left a comment. I did offer to clean it up of course, but all very good humoured and a reminder that a dog is a dog. Not a baby or a quasi human, a friend but a dog.

Which is why I run him so much, he's a collie and he needs a job. Running with me is his job.

I would like to now say that my children were very well behaved and didn't piss on the floor, D neither.

I considered it...

lets

We've sorted out our plans for tomorrow evening. Normally D is working, or potentially working, and then getting a babysitter and taxi to drive us out of the middle of nowhere and slightly into somewhere... is not cheap plus if the babysitter drives, we have a further problem on our hands.

And so we have rejected all party invites and have collected the waifs and strays from our barns. I'll cook stuff, they'll drink stuff; we'll all watch stuff on the tv and the world won't end or begin.

We'll just be pleasantly pissed somewhere in the middle of all of it, as will millions of other irrelevant people.