Miss M is lying beside me, and as I concentrate on the screen she prods me with her little pointy toe.

Then she prods again, harder.

Then harder.

And she’s laughing her head off.

Me:  ”Ow.  What are you doing to your poor Mummy?”

Miss M:  ”I’m making you wobble Mummy.  Giggle, snort, shriek.”

Kick.

Kick.

Kick.

Thank Bob myself and my friend Nic have signed up for lovely Dan’s next adventure ‘Hadrian’s Walk’.  

Apart from the fact it’s for an amazing charity, The Joseph Salmon Trust, I also think it will be very good for me as I will be walking 84 miles over a period of 6 days along with other bloggers and ‘normal’ people from across the globe, about 37 of us in total.  

Why is this good?

Well it means I will have to get fit beforehand, otherwise it is quite possible I will walk myself all the way to the little green field in the sky, which I don’t intend to do.

So my mate Nic and I are making a plan.  It will be a plan involving fitball, hopefully boxercise and lots and lots of walking.

In a year from now we will be a couple of racing snakes.

Honest…

And nothing will wobble.

Well ok, I doubt I’ll be completely wobble free, but ladies are meant to have wobbly bits right?

Good. 

P.s.  I just heard Miss M ask her sister if we were all born in Jesus’s tummy.  E didn’t answer.    And now she’s coming this way.  Help me.