Hi honey, I'm home

Haven't had much room for GiddyKipBlogging this week.

This has been mostly due to flying first class to Paris to critique couture collections, only to return via Brazil to play surdu in a carnival parade and drop in on Cazzer Vorderman to finish off a particularly challenging word search for her.

It's also been due to working in York 4 days out of 5, Ro being diagnosed with asthma, attending committee meetings and producing databases for the Leeds Primary School Fun Run that took place today.

It's good to be back.
I almost wasn't.....
well, ok, I have been known to exaggerate occasionally but truly did experience potential disaster.

Beware the glass door handle.

I bought a fancy spherical (like that word) chunky posh glass door handle.
Fit it proudly on my front room door.
It fell off.
Glued it back on.
It fell off.

Shoved it on the windowsill and left it there.
Bit like the naughty step for wayward home accessories.

I was speaking on the land line - usually reserved for people who ring us specially to offer us things that had never occurred to us to go out and buy ourselves (like gas or electricity or even phone lines). I usually put one of the kids on the line and encourage them to ask lots of questions. Romany actually found out loads about Neil from the mortgage company...

Whilst speaking on the land line I inadvertently knocked the door handle off the window ledge and onto the floor. Being slightly slovenly I didn't pick it up but sat back on the sofa with the kids....

Then The Carpet Began To Smoke.
I calmly shrieked at the children to Stand Back....

Yes, you got it - hot day, sunshine on glass, posh door handles equals Burning.
It really did burn a hole in the carpet.
(It's ok it complements the burn I made when setting down a pan of freshly made popcorn.)

I bravely saved the day, put out the (potential) fire and led the children to safety. (Cole subsequently required a lot of reassurance about glass and why windows are actually ok - even on cars - and glass vases on shelves are no danger.)

It IS a good job we were in though isn't it?

so we all survived and I also survived the Fun Run today - though that is a whole other story which I will type once my limbs stop throbbing.
Have walked, run, carried and fetched since 7am this morning and what did I learn today? That traffic cones are bloody heavy and our park warden is a twat.