Evening all. Sorry it has been a while since I last posted. Since then, Arsenal have actually won a game, well, two. It makes a change, but I have to admit, I am dreading the game on the weekend against the Scum. Not only to I expect a spanking, but those who like that team at my work are going to enjoy pointing out the problems with Arsenal. As it is, there have been many who have called for change at the Grove. I used to have the staunch view that change would be bad for Arsenal. Now, I am not too sure. I think that Wenger has been great for Arsenal, the trophies that he has given us are proof of that. And it is not his fault that Chelski and Man 5hitty have distorted the transfer market. No other manager in the league has had a season where the team has been unbeaten. And people laughed at him when he said it was possible And we have come so close to getting a trophy. But, despite the loss of vital players, the fault stops with him regarding our defence. If there is to be change, there is an alternative out there. Martin O'Neil. He took Celtic to the UEFA cup final (to lose against Mourinho and Porto) and he is proven to be able to movtivate players. The question is, can Wenger turn things around? He thinks that he can, and he has done so in the past.
Anyway, since my last post... My wife has got annoyed with me. I have managed to turn the kids into major Dalek fans. To be fair, it is part her fault as she bought my son a Dalek costume a few weeks ago. In additon, there have been mini figures that can be used with LEGO and my son now has three Daleks. Like my daughter, they both have a Doctor Who to go with their lego toys. He is as cheeky as ever, and charming, my wife being asked how it was possible to tell him off by more than one mother who has fallen for his charms.
Last weekend, on Sunday we took the kids to Castle Park. My wife got some time to shop, while I spent the time with the kids. They loved it as there is a new playground there. And they loved the climbing frame. And all went well until my daughter called for me to look at her while she was climbing on some ropes. My son tried to do the same. And fell. From a height. Well, he cried, and cried some more. And in addition to the guilt I of course was trying to check him for broken bones. This weekend though things were more sedate. I went to work on Saturday and today, I spent time with the kids in the garden. We played football (they got bored very quickly), and we played me being a horse (they did not get bored of that). We tried to get the kids to play catch, and my daughter took this up, my son deciding against it, though both played 'it' with me. I got to read with my daughter, and I have to say that she amazes me. I am so proud of both my kids, and am lucky to have two kids who are so nice to each other. Most of the time they get on, though I do hear my son yelling "You are not Mummy" at my daughter when she bosses him about.
Anyway, good night. Have to go to bed, work tomorrow.
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