Its been a little while since I posted, mainly because I lost my 'round to-it'. Things are thankfully back to what I call 'normal' since starting full time work again, which makes me happy.
Never did I think I would be so miserable without a job to do. Yes I'm running around on an evening and weekend trying to fit in all the trials of parenting two ungrateful kids who think they live in a hotel, but it's the satisfaction of being able to go to work and get out of the house, achieve something useful and have the company of intelligent people. Life is good again!
And then there was Little Dude's birthday. The actual day was a Wednesday and therefore Scout night. It was also the night he moved up from Beavers into Cubs. So I made him a cake and he had a small party in the house for an hour before he went.
Here is the cake. I spent two evenings making this. I watch
Cake Boss you know so I am now an expert cake maker! (I also think I have a bit of a crush on Buddy!)
The hardest part was trying to keep LD away from it while I was decorating it, but finally it was done and I hid it away in the dining room ready for the party the following day.

I also gave strict instructions to keep the door closed!
And then I heard " Er Gail?, Er come in here a minute"
Hubby had gone into the dining room to find that 'someone' (Big Dude) had been in and left the door open, one or both of the dogs had got in, climbed up on the chairs and probably ruptured their necks to have a taste of my delicious cake!
There was no way Jose I was going to bin the whole cake. Hell no, in this house we practically live on a diet of dog hair so once I rescued the bulk of the cake it looked like this..
OK so they got two wheels and a set of trucks, plus the Blind logo that I spent ages painting, but most of the cake was there and you got the jist of it! Luckily I had taken a photo of it complete so LD could see it whole.
The following weekend we took him to Native Skateboard Shop in Newcastle to spend his birthday money on a new deck and a few other bits and bobs. Later we took him and a friend to Redcar to the indoor skatepark where we stood and froze for a couple of hours.
I know its not so cold when you are skating around but they really should provide more comfort for us poor parents.
Last weekend was Remembrance Day. I always go to the local cenotaph and pay my respect. As you may know I served in the Royal Navy in the 1980's during the Falklands War and although was fortunate that no-one I knew was killed, I have very vivid memories of watching ships being hit and 'my' helicopters flying around rescuing sailors.
This year Alexander went to represent the Cubs and was part of the parade so I followed at the back with the other parents. At the ceremony I stood with my good friend Ann and her son who had just returned from several months on duty in Afghanistan. He found it hard, you could tell by his expression to stand in silence, no doubt the horrors of modern warfare flashing through his head. Normally I just about manage to control my emotions, this year, standing there with such a proud young man I shed a good few tears for those who had fallen and their families.
This weekend I also had a flashback from my Navy days when HMS Ark Royal sailed into Newcastle for the last time before being de-commissioned. Back in 1985 I travelled from Portsmouth to Wallsend with a Fairey Swordfish on the back of a lorry.
This is a photo of me on the Ark Royal sailing into Portsmouth. I am the black dot standing under the wing to the left of the plane at the back of the ship! The feeling of pride standing there as we sailed out of the Tyne and then into Portsmouth, crowds lining the bank waving and cheering at us was something special that will stay with me forever, especially as back in those days Wrens didn't go to sea and so to actually sail on a carrier was a one off.
We were there because the Swordfish was the first aircraft to fly off a ship and they thought it would be good to have that and a Sea Harrier onboard. We just happened to have a Swordfish in our hangar and I volunteered to go.
Here I am standing on the quay next to my 'old ship'. A little rustier than back then as she was still being painted and cleaned as we sailed down the coast.

Walking up the steep gangway I remembered the smell and feeling of excitement as I went aboard the ship for the first time.
We were only allowed up into the hangar deck and flight deck, pity because I would have liked to have seen more of the ship.
I was most impressed by the foul weather attire that the ratings were wearing, nothing at all like the shapeless things we had to wear. Todays sailors look more like North Face models!
Yesterday they also had a couple of Merlin helicopters and Sea Harriers on display but also a SeaKing which was one of the helicopters in use in my day. Hubby was actually an engineer on SeaKings but I worked on a different aircraft so Little Dude was keen to climb on and sit in the cockpit. Turns out that the pilot who was showing us the cockpit was also one of the young pilots who had flown onto the ship when it was approaching Portsmouth when I was on there. I would have logged his flight.
Again I looked around at the familiar pieces of equipment, the seat pins, the ringbolts in the floor and panels that had to be removed before you could work on the mechanics underneath. It seemed only moments since that was my life - in reality it is twenty years!
Little Dude loves all things Army, including guns! He has every UK Armed Forces figure, tank and snow mobile. He talks non stop about soldiers and what they do. We are trying to steer him to The Navy but not yet successfully. However, yesterdays trip to may have had some effect because he found out that sailors do also use guns. There were sailors at the gangways armed with rifles and a display on the quay where he could pick up a real life gun. He was impressed as you can see.
We all enjoyed the day although a bit damp.