2026

Heard a story this evening about Lincoln getting picked on walking home from school by 3 boys one of which was giving it the big I am while pushing Lincoln.

Out of nowhere a voice shouts “WHAT THE HELL ARE 3 DOING, GET IN THE CAR ALL OF YOU!” the boy giving it large went white as snow and immediately got in the car along with his 2 mates. I am his mum and he was not brought up like this I am so sorry, and drove off.

I have a lot of respect for that lady who I have no doubt will sort her son out and let the parents of the other 2 know what happened so they will be spoken to also!

What I can not condone or tolerate is Lincoln disrespecting adults which happened tonight when he was shouted at by his friends mum after giving him a lift home from skating when he opened the thinking she had stopped to let him out. An honest mistake and no probably no reason to raise her voice but definitely no reason to answer back disrespectfully because that’s not how he was brought up either!

Having felt proud that he did not rise to the earlier incident I have to say I was disappointed that he talked back to his mates mum even if, behind closed doors we think she a bit of know that is not a reason to disrespect her.

So we ended up giving him a talking before he went to about biting your lip and being the better person!

We want the best for our children all parents do because we want them to have a better life than we had, we want it to be easier and without stress, but we should always keep in mind that we can only build the best foundations for them to thrive.

It is so difficult to hear that Reagan, in spite of all her hard work has not quite achieved the expected grades she’d hoped for in her mock exams and not be able to make it right.

I can only hope that she does not have the crushing frustration I possess when in my mind its perfection but in reality I can not achieve it. I find it very difficult to push through that even though I know my best is and will be good enough!

Reagans best will always be good enough and she needs to know that no matter what! If exams are the problem and not knowledge then she needs to learn how to pass an exam and practice that in the coming weeks. The way we can help is to find out what the issue is with adding any unnecessary pressure.

My friend John’s story about trying to become a paramedic very nearly didn’t happen because he kept failing to pass the driving test. He drove a taxi for a living so he knew how to drive, he had the knowledge but he couldn’t pass the test?

He had to take driving lessons to learn how to drive the way you need to to pass a driving test. He only took a couple of lessons and that was enough to pass the paramedic driving exam, and the rest all fell into place after that.

I’ll speak to her tomorrow and see if the exams are the issue and if they are then see if exam practice is what’s needed or something else.

Played pool tonight at Arena, Crewe and was brought to book about not timing a game, which is a rule! Their captain came over to me and said “Just pointing out that ‘if’ you want to time then you time but no-one was timing the last game”

He was correct no-one timed the first part of the frame but I reminded my players that someone needs to time because I was playing so obviously can’t do it, and one of the lads started timing.

I wish I could have told their captain exactly what I thought about him being so pedantic about a rule I proposed to get rid of at last AGM and you all voted it in so its your fault we are supposed to time yet Steventons are the only team that insist on timing any frame in the whole league so if we forget for half of a frame so fucking what you cunt, fuck off!

If it is against the rules then every match so far this season that has not involved Steventons should probably be voided.

We did the best thing we could have done in such a circumstance we fucking beat them shook their hands and left the building smiling and gloating a tiny bit!

With both Reagan and Lincoln having music lessons in Sandbach on a Tuesday just far enough apart time wise that I take Reagan to piano and wait in the car parked on the common for half an hour.

I then drive home and if Jamie has cooked tea there is time to eat before driving  Lincoln to drumming and wait in the car parked on the common for half an hour.

So basically finish work walk Billy then taxi the kids the saving grace about it is I do get an hour (total) of me time to unwind after working all day, while I wait!

I believe Reagan is slowly realising how much her life is about to change and I think it must be beginning to play on her mind. She wanted to go to a national trust today but it was important that Lincoln went too, like it always used to be, and I think she can tell those days are not going to happen many more times like that.

Its one of her last half-term before she leaves school she’s done her mocks so the only thing left is her GCSEs and it will come quickly from here and I just think she realised it…?

I hope she finds a way to enjoy the next few weeks because the transition will happen and the next phase of her life I am certain will be so exciting and she’ll love it.

Trying to finish the Adarondak chair I started a year ago was my mission this weekend not least because I wanted the space where the wood has sat in my shed all that time. The biggest issue I have always had with it is mistakes but also I was unable to see what it was going to be, but if I was going to finish it I had to start it.

With all the bits already cut it was never going to be a huge job and once I got everything laid out I got to work. a couple of hours flew by and there was a chair not completed but you could sit on it.

I made a few mistakes mostly minor and mostly rectifyable but I ignored them or more accurately worked past them. It was a lesson learned that the fear of failure is worse than failure because unless you try you’ll never make anything even a mistake!

We sat tonight watching TV on a Saturday night while both Reagan and Lincoln were out enjoying themselves both on nights out the former celebrating her best friends 16th birthday the latter watching a production of the Wizard of Oz

Oh how the times are changing….

With Mommy in London and the kids off school Reagan asked if she could have a few friends over for a film night on Friday which I said yes to straight away so long as the house is not wrecked.

There were 5 teenagers in the house 5+ hours and the house was spotless before hand and it was as spotless afterwards too. I was so impressed I spoke to them both and praised them telling them both that if the house looks like that they can have friends around anytime.

I didn’t have to do anything which is all I asked of them, when I had to work all day.

I went to the Legion tonight for a meeting that was billed as make-or-break for the survival of the club. We were told the club is running at a loss and currently has debts of around £20,000.

As you’d expect at meetings like this, lots of people wanted to know why and how things have reached this point, and what can be done to fix it. A group from head office went through some facts after the club accountant presented the financial position. The biggest drain is the wage bill, but any changes would have to be handled legally and fairly. The steward — who is the highest-paid — has apparently been off sick with stress for a long time. The other three bar staff cost less, but nobody really addressed what would happen if those four weren’t there. Someone still has to open and run the club every night, so it’s not as simple as just getting rid of staff.

In my opinion, the biggest problem is the small group of regulars who are there every night. One of them said, “I put £200 a week over the bar — I’m not the problem.” But in reality, that group of 10–15 people is part of the problem because they resist any change and make newcomers feel unwelcome.

The club doesn’t feel welcoming at all. It’s “members only,” and even occasional members can feel like outsiders because the atmosphere is dominated by this small crowd. There are no young people coming in who might become future regulars. There’s no passing trade, no effort to attract local people looking for somewhere to socialise, and events — when they do happen — aren’t advertised. The place feels stuck in the 1970s.

Volunteers were asked to step forward to form a committee to move things forward, and a few people did — but I suspect they’ll face the same resistance from those who don’t want change. Some even suggested breaking ties and turning it into a “working men’s club like the good old days.”

Give me strength — it’s 2026, not 1972. Society has changed. Women are just as much part of social spaces, families go out together, and young people — even if they drink less — still have money to spend and want places to go. They could be a vital source of income if the club adapted.

Social habits have changed, and I worry the Legion may already have missed the chance to save itself. One thing I am sure of is that those at the meeting who insist they’re not the problem could well be drinking elsewhere in 12 months’ time, looking out at new flats built where the club used to stand — unless change happens quickly. And even then, I fear the outcome may already be inevitable.

The whole, PCP (Personal Contract Purchase) mis-selling which occured when car dealers failed to act in a customer’s best interest, specifically by hiding, misrepresenting, or omitting key information about finance deals, has been annoying me for ages because both Jamie and me have had multiple agreements since 2007 but it felt so daunting to choose a company to claim for us.

This morning I found Martin Lewis had a free PCP claim tool which just needs 2 key pieces of information and it drafts an email that if successful means we get 100% of the mis-sold commission if its due to us.

So we found the agreement numbers and registration numbers of all and let the tool  draft an email for each and sent them off, so we’ll see, I guess.

If it works we get some money back and if it doesn’t we wasted 20 minutes of our time, so fingers crossed!

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