Mum's race

That time of year I'm afraid. Sports day in all its competitive glory, little people trying their hardest to win, either loving it, hating it or as in A - completely indifferent to it.

  

I however, decided to have a go at the Mothers race, being geed on after a spectacular win at the Pre-school Olypmics (this IS tongue in cheek, remember). After removing my shoes, scarf and jumper - it's still blooming freezing - we were off. I ran like the wind, like shit off a shovel, there was no one ahead of me, it was a chariots of fire moment....imagine how proud my children would be! And then disaster, I stacked it out of nowhere, falling extraordinarily in front of the whole school, the whole village, the whole of East-bloody-Sussex. 2012 would be the year I let my children down, I let the school down, I let myself fall muddily down. Next year ladies, next year.