And so it is the month of July and all that is great in the world of cycling occurs, ie Le Tour De France. Whilst I think their ability, strength, resilience etc is AMAAAAAZING, truly, I find the whole thing, well, it has a sedative effect. Mr Chic cycles, well, there is a bike in our loungeroom sitting decoratively beside the dust collecting treadmill, but he will ride it, one day. Where was I? Oh yes, sedatives. Le Tour. I'm not sure if it's watching the cyclists/athletes pedal all their little legs at once and watching them go round and round (much like counting sheep) or if it's the commentator with his soothing quiet voice discussing breakaways and the peloton but without fail I can fall asleep in under 10 mins of Le Tour going on the tv. I've tried not turning on the tv in the bedroom but I'm awake for hours. Flick on Le Tour and I'm out like a light.
What to do when it finishes? Clearly I'll be needing it on dvd.
As for now.........ooooooooh the pretty scenery, ooooh look at their legs go, le peloton, zzzzzzzzzzzzz
I'm an accountant, wife, mother, business owner and chocolate addict. I love singing and running, but am not real great at either. My idea of therapy is singing my lungs out in the car with the windows up. That, I'm good at.
So there's me, Mr Chic, Crash & Rowdy.
Mr Chic - brilliant father and husband. He works full time in his own business and co-runs the house. He's a great cook and I'd be eating alot of eggs on toast without him!
Crash - my eldest son is 7 and a half. He's a quiet, placid, loving boy who doesn't understand why others can be so mean. Crash, as the name suggests, is a bit clumsy and frequently hurts himself - with 2 trips to the emergency department under our belt, I'm sure there is many more to come.
Rowdy - my youngest son is 6. He's a red-head and a bit firey compared to his older brother. He plays loud games and loves wrestling Crash. It's not unusual to see Rowdy riding through the house on his bike with his "gun" in his hand - either shooting bad-guys or chasing Crash.