Quick list of this week's reasons to be cheerful. It may be small but it is perfectly formed.
The X Factor concert was FANTASTIC!
Last Saturday I went with DD Hope, 14 years old (her first pop concert) to Wembley Arena.
We had brilliant seats, and the acts were fab - they've got so much better since the tv shows.
Apart from Wagner, perhaps!
Matt Cardle was excellent, he waved at me and thanked me for voting for him so many times to ensure he won.
Well ok, no he didn't really, but he would have done if only he could have found me in the audience.
We also saw Paije, Mary, Rebecca, Cher (brilliant), Aiden, Katie, and One Direction (or One Dimension as DH Grant insists on calling them, just to wind up Hope).
You want to know what I wore, after I asked for your advice?
Well I liked the idea of a paper collaged outfit, or the Zumba gear, or wearing leather trousers, mini skirt AND bra on the outside of my clothing............. but in the end I decided the best suggestion was to wear my infamous Calendar Girls outfit.
Yes girls, JUST the reading glasses.
I'll let you take in that image
the nausea will subside eventually.
I did take some photos of the concert but my camera really wasn't up to the job:0(
but I will just share my picture of Matt - he was, of course, looking for me.
DS Luke says this photo looks like a scene from a zombie film, with all those arms stretching up trying to touch Matt!
Hope and I really enjoyed our day. It was a real X Factor production with wowzer lights, pyrotechnics, fireworks, ticker-tape and streamers. It was funny to hear Hope screaming when One Direction came on the stage (very pretty boy band).
I didn't upload this clip onto Youtube, but this is One Direction singing 'Grenade' and it was the
concert we were at.
Hope is now going to marry Harry Styles, apparently.
I think there maybe a queue, love!
I've been a bit worried about our darling dog, Rosie Mae. She's had a 'mass' developing on her back. I thought at first she might have pulled a muscle but it didn't go away, and she wasn't too happy if i touched it.
So I took her to the vets.
Shame Grant had all the leads in the boot of his car, which he'd taken to work that day.
I had to take her in with a belt through her collar.
Poor Rosie was mortified. The belt did not match her collar.
Anyway, we saw nice Auntie Sue who had a good feel and said, "Fatty lump." I really didn't know what I'd done to deserve such abuse, and then I realized she meant that Rosie's mass was a fatty lump. And nothing to worry about.
Auntie Sue then went on the say that Rosie "wasn't the thinnest of dogs" - how very dare she! - and that because of her age (fourteen and a half) she was developing fatty pads on her outer thighs and a small area on her back.
Nice Auntie Sue didn't charge us for this advice and laughed when Rosie spat out her doggie treat and kicked it under a chair.
I know Rosie Mae isn't going to last for ever but I'm so relieved that I was worried about nothing.
Rosie Mae is now affectionately known by the nickname of "Fatty Lump."
She doesn't mind.
Zumba this week - done and survived.
My friend Lyndsey and I made a tactical error this week and ended up in the third row back. We like to be in row two. But there was a bit of last minute jostling and, aaaarrrrggghhh, we were in the third.
I couldn't see the Zumba teacher's feet. By the time I'd moved enough to see them she'd moved onto the next bit. Hmmmmm.
Note to self: you WILL be in the second row next week.
My Pay It Forward gifts are finished and packaged up, ready to go. I'm just waiting for one address and they'll be gone. I hope my patient recipients aren't disappointed - they are only little gifts but they are made with love. I'll show you once I know they've been received.
Grant is off today.
We haven't got any plans but it'll be lovely to spend some time alone with him after a very busy week at work with long long days.
We might go to the cinema - we'd like to see Unknown with Liam Neeson.
But we will suffer the wrath of DS Luke, who also wants to see it.
We told him he could go and see it with his friends.
"I want to go with you." said he.
"Ahhhhh." we thought.
"Because when I go with you I don't have to pay." he continued.
Maybe Grant and I will go today after all.
I'm looking forward to Sunday when Grant's family are all getting together to celebrate his 50th birthday. Grant didn't want a big party (he isn't much of a party animal) and only really wanted to celebrate with his nearest and dearest.
Grant, me, and the 'kids' are going on a lovely holiday in the summer as his big 50th treat.
The sun is out and that always puts a spring in my step.
That's it for today.
I'll post this link to Virginia (see Rocking Friday button on right hand sidebar) and then I'm off to play.
Have a lovely weekend.