Wednesday, 22 February 2012

What's the name of the game...

...yep, still practising my Abba inserts (see yesterdays post) and have taken time out from knitting to send this post. Knitting is not one of my usual pass times (although I have been known to make the odd scarf or two...) but kindly baby sister leaves it until yesterday morning to announce her clothing plus Handbag items, and Queen Decrees....
Little blighter has decided that we all have to wear a hand knitted red, had she not come to stay at half term (Last week....) and let me know that she was going to make one for the tour anyway, I would have not been so flummoxed that I have a mere 48 hours to do this (with the small task of a 11 hour day in work today...) -HA! she started last week..sisters eh?
Her Handbag item is one of the fav tour pics - which is harder to chose than others, as a) you would probably want one with all four sisters in the pic b) you would probably want one that brought back the memories - so it may be a funny one with not all sisters in the pic. I have included more pics today, that are some of my favs, but really, you had to be there to understand why they make me laugh......the other issue is of course when we started the tours you did photos with a proper camera and film you got developed (so you also didn't know what you took a photo of!!haha) - so half my photos are stuck in an album, and half are on the computer...
Finally, her QD is to "pay it forwards" - so an act of kindness to one of the sisters - think this is an anthema to second sisters decree that we have to tell each other a) good morning sister, my oh my, you are looking beautiful today - with a reply of b)  well you look like an old hag....sisters, all so different xx

So no more posts now until after the weekend, although no doubt there will be stuff on the old FB....and I leave you with the words from Abba (come on Wales - let us show England what we are made of...!!)

I've been cheated by you since I don't know when 
So I made up my mind, it must come to an end 
Look at me now, will I ever learn 
I don't know how but I suddenly lose control 
There's a fire within my soul 
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring 
One more look and I forget everything 


Tuesday, 21 February 2012

It's Traditional...

Each year, as a season approaches, us humans like to repeat tasks and events to mark the calendar - yesterday's Pancake Day was a good example. Went to Morrisons and found loads of shoppers with flour, milk, lemons and sugar...and FB was full of questions of what is your favourite type of, personally, I like maple syryp and bacon...but I had that on Sunday, so no pancakes in our household yesterday...
As for the Girls on Tour, as the day approaches (48 hours and counting...) I am massively looking forward to the day, and, of course, the "traditions" of the tour. As you all know, we have "THE RULES" - which this year have been quite interesting in so much as a lack of a Queen last year, means that we are all allowed to chose something for the "Queen Decrees" (QD)and the "Handbag Trial". Unfortunately, our lack of organisation now means I have a pathetic 48 hours to find a red feather boa!! Mama Mia! I went to amazon - fab, got one for £3.99 - but delivery is 5 days (too late) and next day posting was £8!! grrr. So off to Stars for me today with fingers crossed.  Ah ah....
The QD are good ones - in particular I am loving the "insert a line from an Abba song without anyone noticing" - glee! As kids, a lack of telly meant the Abba albums were constantly on the record player, and I am imbibed with the words (how can I remember these things when I forget more important things on a daily basis?  I will be in a nursing home singing the things for sure...). However, there is a proviso that if someone notices, you then have to sing them out loud (!! do they know I sing like a pet shop on fire???). So, on Friday night, when the lights are low, looking out for the place to go, I am going to take it easy (take it easy) and slow down girl ....tis gonna be a good one! Thank goodness for tradition for acting like a teenager once a year!!

Monday, 20 February 2012

Showing my age....

It is with much excitment, but some trepidation that I am looking forward to this weekend. Girls Weekends away are ALWAYS ALWAYS the best laugh ever...crying laughing, not only on the day, but for weeks afterwards as we recall what we did....

This year, as you know, there is a slightly different theme with it also being the Fern Woodland Hen Weekend...and so the itinery has been set up by the young 20yr olds...ahem.....

The arrival time of 3pm on the Friday is followed by in the bar by 3.30pm until 6pm and then 30 mins to get ready to go out at 6.30pm, 5 hours of drinking before supper...

The next morning we have to be ready and downstairs by earlybirds (crikey moses!!) and off out to and then the main game and then staying out I suppose....

My concerns, and I hate to admit, all to do with my age, lie in the tight time frames of getting ready. As a busy working mum, I totally love the freedom to faff about spending ages getting ready rather than rushing cos I have to go somewhere...and I really would like a scoot around the shops....boring I am. I had better man up x

Sunday, 19 February 2012

Living in the moment..

Sunday morning usually means rugby in our household, and today is no different. Junior rugby gives youngsters chance to play at being the stars of the future, and their confidence to "see" themselves as the new George North is delightful.

This morning, we have a home game, so a slightly later start which gives us opportunity for a good breakfast (pancakes for the boys and a guilty bacon bagel for me...) and a read of the papers. Today, an article in the Observer caught my eye about "living in the moment" and about how us humans are mostly concentrating on something else - having an internal dialouge whilst doing what we should be doing and not fully experiencing the moment we are in. For example: wolfing down your breakfast and thinking about the list of things to be done or fretting over something - but mainly not enjoying the food you are eating.....

Like many of you, I can relate to this, and constantly have a chatter in my head about I will try my best to take a deep breath, slow down and enjoy today rather than being rather cross (which I am!!!) because someone decided to show Evs how to do a spear tackle (!) and dropped him on his head/neck resulting in the poor boy crying last night and walking around in pain today. Those who know me will understand how angry I am, since it looks unlikely he will play and I am worried that it will be long lasting.

so, big test for me today, to live in the moment and enjoy a game of rugby on a sunny breezy Sunday and not fret about how much pain I want to cause the person who hurt my little boy.........and if I can do that, then nothing will get in my way this week...and I will be organised and enjoy the next this space!

Thursday, 16 February 2012


FML, how come it is Thursday already? Thursday is a day of panic - the week is nearly over, and jobs still waiting to be done...are still waiting to be done, and then, tomorrow it is Friday and the weekend begins, where most people I know follow a different pattern of living. In my case, usually a round of sport - rugby training Friday night, Football game saturday morning and another game of rugby on Sunday - dont be fooled though...this is not me taking part but sitting on the sidelines shouting and getting cold...

More worrying for me is that the "date in Feb" which seemed ages away, is nearly upon us, and I know that I will be in a mad panic this time next week, uttering those same words "FML!!! It's Thursday already!!"

So, have read what I need to bring. check. but reading alone is not enough and certainly have failed miserably to find anything "Fern-like" so will have to redouble my efforts there. Then I am still in that dilemma of what to wear on match day. Guys will be rolling their eyes I know, but quite honestly, I need something I can wear all day and be comfy and be warm and be WELSH. The other dilemma is of course my decision that yes, being 50 this year has finally put a stop to me wearing the flag skirt. It's a bummer, but one I am not going back on. Then what to wear instead. Like the WRU hoodies, but at £40 i think that they are a tad expensive........

so, no doubt I will be worrying all week and not getting anywhere. Procrastination is the biggest thief of my time.

My daughter posted a funny quote on her site the other day, in relation to completing your PhD. Based on Newtons Third Law (for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction) it was for every action towards your thesis, there is an equal and opposite distraction. Cute! And, all too familiar. For every tour, there is an equal and opposite reaction to the amount of effort, so not too bothered about the stress this Thursday, or next, cos this time next week, on Friday morning at 7.30am, I will be the opposite of stress - having a good time giggling with the girls and not giving a flying F to what I wearing..................................

Tuesday, 14 February 2012

what a game!

Despite my earlier protestations that I would be more diligent in my application to the dedication of bloggin, I have failed miserably, and can offer nothing other than extreme workload and stinking cold for excuses....

After a long and stressful journey to London, where they cancelled the train, but forgot to tell anyone, and then having the mother of all colds, with watering eyes and numb face whilst tramping around in minus 6 last weekend...I could feel no pain.....BUT, did get mightily excited to think that I would be back in the London town in a mere 2 weeks to watch Wales win the Triple Crown (!!!)

So, on Sunday, we came back a bit earlier than planned, switch off all phones and radios so that we would not see the score, and got home by 5pm to watch the match. The first half, I am honest, I thought Scotland were fab - I was worried. I thought it would be easy. However, I was won over by the quiet confidence of Wales, and thought that despite the injuries, we still could win - albeit not by the final margin!

And on to the next game. A week off and time to heal all wounds - and time, in my case, to get around to reading the blasted rules for this weekend...really, they can be confusing..but no, all I need is some kind of Fern, dress as a Welshie (not sure if they realised that half the party will be English as she is marrying an English boy - so, are the English dressing as Welshies???not sure here peeps, but will get back to you...) - so red white and green and a party dress for Friday. Fab. Daughter is getting pom poms, I need to get a photo. All easy.

Hope that Gats has such an easy preparation, and that beating the English is no problemo...(sorry in advance to any English girls on the hen weekend.....I have plenty of tissues for you...)


Sunday, 5 February 2012

Match Day

In a shocking lack of diligence on my behalf to keep up with the blog, I apologise for the long spaces between postings. I have no excuse other than tiredness and seemingly on a treadmill of go-faster-life. Today, due to the cold snap, I am now in bed, enjoying a cup of tea instead of being on a bus with 3 Junior teams to play rugby at Newtown. Secretly, I would rather have been on the bus than enjoying the time off....

So, Match Day. Never feels right on a Sunday, and I wish that they would do "Super Saturday" every 6-Nations Weekend - much more fun for us watching, but I suppose that the TV companies require their pound of flesh and ship all their presenters/cameras to each location as opposed to having it all to be done in one afternoon.

Sunday morning is a time for chilling, walking on the beach and going for Sunday Lunch. Not today, today the first thing on my mind is THE MATCH. Hoping that all of the Welsh Team are fit, that they have a wicked game plan to contain the whrilling dervishes of the Irish Team. Not that I would wish ill on anyone, but I am happy that BOD is out of the equation, it seems to balance up the missing in our team. It worries me that injury is keeping the better players out, and how, after so many years, are we supposed to play without Shane???!!

To dress, there must be some red on my body somewhere. All jobs to be done by 3pm, and a glass of larger there ready to steady the nerves a little. I believe that Wales can win this today. I think Sam Warburton has that hard edge mentality, and will remember how fiercely they played to beat the Irish in the RWC. Th pundits are going for Ireland, based on their current form, but they forget the mix of the team that can still produce the magic.

At the start of the campaign, it is all to play for and the only important thing to remember is to win......let the game begin!

Wednesday, 25 January 2012


My poor youngest son...he has an audacious talent for agressive sport, and a horrid determination to win and be the best. Can't think where he gets it all from...Much like my daughter, who's own determination has risen her talent to getting a Welsh cap at Students, a Blue Ribband, and twice playing Team Wales Touch Rugby - even now, despite a 2 year set back with neck problems, is still in the making for the next European Touch Championships....determination is so needed, because without that drive, it would be easy to give up, and say, bugger it, I will train tomorrow/whenitstopsraining/aftersupper etc etc etc...

BUT, as Evs will tell you, the thing I bang on about time and time again, is dont get injured! Well, you can do all the training, be determined, but if you are injured, you aint in the game. How frustrating it must be to be Rhys Priestland, D Lydiate or Gethin (often injured) Jenkins....?!

Looking after your body is vital to any sportsperson, rest, eat well, train hard. But don't skimp on any of them. Dont rest, you won't crap, you won't recover, train half heartedly and you wont make it.

Let this be today's lesson for the Girls on Tour. Last year in Rome, I had a bad knee, female probs, a stinking sore throat - it cost me the crown and worse than that, it made the others feel depressed, and their concern took their eye off the ball and didnt play hard enough.

So, with a mere month to go, I will be getting in the early nights now (but slowly adjusting to staying up later as we get closer - going to bed a 9.30pm is not really the done thing...), eat well and work my arse off in the gym - practicing the high kicks which will no doubt come in useful at somepoint on tour.

Hope you do the same ....let the games begin.....

Tuesday, 24 January 2012

Dressing up..

As any self-respecting Welshie knows, showing your true colours on match day is to wear your heart on your sleeve. True, some get it better than others, but nonetheless, a match day in Wales is free licence to wear as many Welsh Flags, cowboi hats, scarves or dress up as a sheep/drgaon/welshlady.

What posesses Welsh people to do this is not quite clear - having travelled to all the Six Nations Games, I think only the Italians can match us. The Scots somehow look quite sexy in those kilts you know...and frankly, orange hair and big green hats do nothing for the Irish...and the English play it conservative, as if they are pretending that they are ONLY there to watch sport (they miss out me thinks).

So, this year brings a personal dilemma for me. First, my beloved Dragon skirt, which has been worn in all of the 6 Nations stadiums (apart from Twickers) is looking like me...showing its age. Now, do I go onto the "Gwlad" website (a mecca for all Welsh tat things...) and get another, or do I remember that I am acutally 50 this year, and maybe mini skirt and boots should be left to a younger age group (whilst dressing as a sheep might be acceptable, mutton dressing like lamb is not...)?

Suggestions please....personally, I would like to wear skinny jeans, boots and a red tunic, but I will mourn the loss of the fun of dressing up............

Sunday, 22 January 2012


In the papers this week, the Welsh Coach has said that he has picked Gavin (the chest) Henson for his potential, even if he was a bit "underdone". It is an interesting turn of phrase, that relates to a promise that former glories could be rediscovered, but the current package, is not quite ready.....

To get ready, they will test the Welsh Team with vigor. Freezing temps of -130C (willy protectors, ear protectors, and dont have sweaty feet cos you will stick to the floor) - and then hard punishment in the gym. First, the cold softens the muscles, and then someone straightens out their backs, before a punishing workout - and this is repeated 3 times a day. The results, as seen in the World Cup, awesome fitness, and hard bodies. Not only is the physicality of the week extreme, but in addition, there is the mindnumbing relentless pressure designed to "break the mind"......

And, much like word of the day (and WTF do they always say ...and much like God...argh!!), there is a similarity between this, and our own preparations for the day. Already, we are gathering items, making sure we have plenty of sleep now, getting fake tan, eyebrows done, outfits sorted...honestly, those boys have it easy....All they have to do is run around for 90 mins, where as we have to endure a 3 day event of drinking, laughing (must remember to do pelvic floor training...) and having fun. jeez.

So Warren, if you want any tips for match day preparation, come and see me....I am not at all underdone...x

Thursday, 19 January 2012

Fernily Enough.............

So, with an impending Hen Weekend planned in London for the Wales England game (surely the most contested and emotional of the lot???or maybe not this year ....It WILL be France/Wales....), then there might come some time to sit back and relax, so that the weekend passes in a haze of gentle enjoyment and fun.........................I think NOT!!

Do the sister reckon that the battle for the "Girl of the Tour" is off?? no chance. Last year, you may have heard, was quite controversial, with not one of the sisters making it to the final. Yes, Rome had its way with us...chewed us up, and spat us out. Whether it was the FREEZING "spring" weather, or the constant trips on the tour bus or the fact that E tried to get us to be more ladylike in our manner and our clothing...we for once, actually met people being more badly behaved than us. This included a very drunk TV presenter - who was actually commentating on the match THE NEXT DAY...and an ex-Wales and Lion player who obviously wanted some horizontal training...with anyone female...Personally, I blame Rhianna who decided that half pints of Sambucca were ok to drink............but that, as they say, is another story..

So, to the trials this year. Normally, the Queen gets to dictate what tasks have to be completed each day - so Rhianna decided that we had to drink half a pint of Guiness EVERY DAY (yep, including the Sunday...gag...) and then E said we had to have "rocket"! FML. what is going on. This year, we have decided that we now get to chose ONE thing each. Me, I am waiting to think about the most embarrasing thing but related to being in England that I can. I would say "drink G&T" but that would be a treat really...and hard to stop from morning to night. Maybe we have to sing Jerusalem in the Welsh..

Whatever, the fun comes from decided what is to be done, to look forward to a bit of time out from the humdrum of life. THAT is why Girls on Tour is SOOOO important.

Let the games begin.....x

Wednesday, 18 January 2012

it's on again

With nearly a year gone by since the last blog, it is time, once again, to bring to life the "Girls on Tour". 2012 brings a whole new event, as the weekend has been "hijacked" (in the nicest possible way) by the hen party of one Esther Fern Jenkins - youngest daughter of one of our RACE girls, known as Fern, with the unfortunate consequence of marrying one Phillip Woodland...yes, you heard it right, FERN WOODLAND....we couldn't have made it up. x

Whatever, I for one am immensely happy about the turn of events - much like Wazzlets 40th, this time we get to party with a group of 24 - and I get to do it all with my lovely daughter (although, I am sure she must be quite mortified by her "mam")...will we get into the papers again I wonder..??

so, with it being a henny weekend, there are of course secret rules and regulations as to what we are wearing, what we are doing and where we are going. Despite this, I am confident that the blog will provide insight, education and mirth for the uninitiated.

The biggest unfortunate turn of events, does not lie with the marrying of names ( I once knew a Veronica who married a Mr. Large...letters addressed to Mrs. V. Large...or a fitness instructor called Mrs Strong...and finally a Chinese student called, I. Pong or even the unfortunate Pan, who came to aerobics...with the surname of "Ting"...) but with my other half who blithely announced that although he is aware that we go away each year, he is, away (on some blasted ice somewhere). Pain in butt. Not because of his absence, but simply the lack of thought. Men.

Maybe Warren is considering a week in the Maldives, oh March, yes no problem...I doubt it. He has shown the audacity not only to include an unknown 19 year old in Harry, but to bring back the love him/hate him Gav (I loves him)...x

And as they say this year....LET THE GAMES BEGIN......!! x