Saturday 25 and Sunday 26 of June 2011

Today I went in to town with Zak after doing my paper round.
We got the bus to town it cost £1.60 which is 20p more than it was a few months ago.
While we where eating Brandon came and to meet us in Maryland Chicken.
On the way to Highcross we saw a millatery parade.
when we got into the Highcross we went to ameracandy which sells american sweets drinks and cereal,
I bought a can of mounin dew and a cookies and cream Hershey bar.
when we went back to GW I bought a new space wolves book called the battle of the Fang.
When we got back to my house we asked if we could have a sleep over and we could.
first we played a game of yogio then we watched family guy american dad and south park the later two of which Brandon had not seen.

sunday

When we got up we played on the Xbox for awhile then we went to the HSBC fun day where adults took part in its a knock out themed challenges.
There was a bounce slaide which was great fun but sadly I burnt my hand the first time I went on it and it hurt :( But apart from that it was a great day.

Friday 8 Saturday 9 October 2010

Friday 8 Saturday 9 October

Brandon slept over last night and it was a great laugh we played halo reach we made a forge map with attackers and defenders but some of the attackers start of behind the enemy lines SNEAK ATACK MU HA HA HA and every one else is in a big areal battle after this we went down stairs set up our “beds” and watched
X-men origins Wolverine which I drifted off in I don't know how far in. When we woke up we had breouch which was very nice but Hannah had more pieces some how? Brandon left at about 7 Saturday night so he stayed over for about 24 hours.

The Girl's Sleep Over, Pancakes, Nachos, Rugby Summer School, Bye Brandon.

I got home at about 08:30, just in time to bid Nat adieu as Deb was about to drop him off at Leicester Vipers for the first day of Rugby Summer School (for additional info see Nat’s Blog). I was left to deal with Hannah and Shantelle, who had stayed for a sleepover. They wanted to cook pancakes for breakfast and I was quickly dragooned into making (blueberry free) blue berry pancakes (US style pancakes, more scotch than crepes) as per the Shrek Cookbook. This did not go well; Hannah got out the scales and I began weighing and measuring. I didn’t realise that the scales were set on imperial measurements and so my 155 grams of flour was in fact 1.5oz of flour. Unfortunately the milk was correctly measured out in metric; the end result demonstrated, forcefully, why mixing these systems is always a no-no. Just like the Mars probe that was buggered when the US bits were built in imperial and the European bit were built in metric my pancakes were a total and unmitigated disaster. I might have spotted my error if I’d not been “surrounded” by two tweenies vying for the chance to sieve the flour and other ingredients. I should have seen the writing on the wall! After it became obvious that we weren’t having pancakes I prepared a plate of nachos covered these in cheese and then microwaved them. The girls seemed happy enough with this substitute. Afterward I was fully expecting them both to succumb to exhaustion and let me kip in peace but no such luck. Despite being up all night they were both chirpy and full of beans. Eventually I decided to go to bed and leave them to it. When I woke at four it was to discover that they were still going strong and had gone round to Shantelle’s house to play. By now Nat was also home and had informed us of the sad news that Brandon, tied of last season’s losing streak , had decided to leave the Vipers and, was in future, going to play for South Wigston instead. It’s a real shame that he’s leaving because he’s a great player and a lovely lad to boot.

Sunday 24 May – Nat’s Sleep-Over, Han’s Ballet Church performance, Getting Down with Pentecostalism

I stayed in bed this a.m. after finally arriving in the land of Nod; I didn’t get up until almost midday, meanwhile:

Deb picked up Nat from Jacobs about 10:00 and ended up staying there, with han, for about an hour sitting in the garden chatting to his parents; apparently Bruce, his Dad, had cycled to Bradgate Park at 6AM that morning…madman! After she brought him home she took Han to Ballet.

Han’s ballet class were performing at an event at Trinity Church (where her classes are held) that evening and she needed to be there by midday in order to rehearse. So Deb ran her there and dropped her off with her kit and a pasta lunch. As you can see it’s a huge building with a seemingly endless supply of rooms.

When she got home she and I sat out in the garden and had lunch whilst sleepy head Nat crashed on the sofa. Lots of Jersey-Mids with lunch…delicious!

When we got to the church we met Deidre (Han’s Ballet Teacher)there and she advised us to get a pew in the hall so that we could watch Han’s performance. We hadn’t quite realised what was going on at Trinity Church that day (Pentecost 2010 - a whole day of Pentecostal* workshops and meetings) and so we found ourselves in the middle of a full blown Penticostalist* act of worship. Well it was different and the Cantor (the person who leads the singing) had an utterly superb voice, my every attempt to record her voice met with failure; this turned out to be because the sound clips were recording to the phone memory instead of the card memory and as a result the memory kept being full and recordings didn’t start! Han’s ballet performance was fine but, only lasted for about five minutes, was hard to see from where we were sat and made no sense to me whatsoever. So for this we sat through 75 minutes of evangelising? I just don't get religion, I stopped believing I can’t recall ever believing but I wasn’t nine years old when I asked a question at Sunday School got an asinine answer and decided God was bullshit and never attended again. How can Adults(?) believe these fairy stories, it’s beyond me!

Anyway here are a few different media files of our experience there:


There are some photos of the "programme of worship" and a couple of "Puppet" Videos?

Well it finally ended sometime after 6pm (about twenty passed I think)  and we grabbed Han and made our escape before someone cornered us and tried to do a conversion job…after all I wasn’t there to argue and destroy their faith, i was there to see my daughter. The rest of the evening passed quitely with everyone eventually going to bed, especially sleepyhead nat who’s hair I’d had to wash after taping his broken arm up in two carrier bags to protect his plaster in the bath. Finally got to see all his bruises, shit he must have come off that bike like a missile his arms and legs are covered in them; Thank what’s his name for cycle helmets!

*Pentecostalism