So up early on Sunday morning at 8am to get out there and nail the pinnacle of my marathon training 20 miles. Having nailed 18 miles a fortnight ago it was the next step up and of I went on my pre planned route. A mile in and the first bad sign. I had only gone and forgot to bang plasters on my nipples thus guaranteeing that when I get in my post jog bath I would suffer torture on a level that is seen at Guantanamo Bay. A nice steady pace and a second bad sign occurred needing a drink about 7 miles. I normally get a but further than that. After a tour of inside both Greenbank Park and Sefton Park it was 10 miles and half way feeling not the best but now it was head down and down the prom via Mersey Road for the second 10 miles to the Albert Dock and back. I bumped into a mate along the front but said if I stop I won’t get going again as by now I was feeling the pace. Getting slower and slower I turned back for home early and such was my crash and burn that at 13.5 miles I had to stop on the waterfront not even making it home. I was gutted. This is the first time since my training started that I had not reached the target of my planned run. I walked up through Otterspool Park very despondent and starting the inquest into what had gone wrong. Well Friday night I had a bottle of wine and had to work Saturday morning. Then when the family went out Saturday afternoon I had a snooze meaning I was up late on Saturday then my two year old decided to play up and it was after 2:15 when I got asleep. Was that the reason or was it something more deep routed and phycological ? I pondered this even more in the bath as I held back my screams and my red raw nipples took some major stinging. I decided to look on the upside to take my mind of the torture my nipples were suffering and that I had done a half marathon and wasn’t stiff so much that I walked to my mayes and back to watch the Liverpool gaining a health 3 plus mile walk in total. Sadly not enough to offset the Desperado’s I had. So being ultra positive I decided that I had just flipped my weeks and instead of this weekend doing a half marathon I will do the dreaded 20 miles this weekend and have a better preparation leading up to it then a wind down to race day 25th May. Don’t forget you can still sponsor me http://www.justgiving.com/faymondo and many thanks to those who have and those who haven’t all I ask is £1. If every so called friend on Facebook and followers on my two Twitter accounts gave an Alan Whicker I could raise quite a few bob though nowhere near that heroic lad who is dying who amazingly has raised over £3 million. So just nailed a gentle 5 miles and Saturday is the planned big 20 day, wish me luck.
So today is the end of an era. After nearly 10 years service the Fay family cot has retired and the news was enough to make Jeremy Paxman spew Newsnight as well. All our three daughters have slept in the cot and the third child Holly is tonight going in her new bed. Sadly she has tainted the cot by being the worst sleeper and hopefully will get on better with her new bed though if she susses you can get out of it things might well get a lot worse before they get better. It it technically impossible for Mrs Fay to provide any more children for out cot though on the other hand I can keep my dynasty going though it is mainly with the other hand these days (Too much info) So Mrs Fay is in a sad mood I don’t really do sentiment and rather plough on with life as there is not much you can do to stop things racing by. Just the shitty nappies left to get rid off then all eyes to my eldest (nearly 10) going to uni and it’s a case of one daughter down, two to go before my second childhood starts during the daytime sessions in the city centre pubs of Liverpool.
Here is the crew in the new bed. After a few tears from Holly she has settled down. Just hope she doesn’t suss she can get out of it like Charlotte did and the extra room gives her the best nights sleep for ages (and mine and Mrs Fay’s)
Fay x x x x x
So being of no faith whatsoever may I wish you all a happy chocolate day this year brought to you by Nestle the home of the Toffee Crisp easter egg which incidentally was the egg Mrs Fay got me. Now my little knowledge of easter that was forced upon me as a child as part of a technique which can only be described as brainwashing tells me that an almighty spirit type thing (commonly shown as a geezer with a long white beard) managed to have a son by a virgin. I am sure the child support agency have heard similar yarns over the years. This son has special powers and is said to be due to return one day. If he arose this morning he could walk on water handy for avoiding traffic jams, feed thousands by just five chip barms and two sausages and last but not least turn water into Desperado’s. Aside from this we are also told a fat man in a red suit comes down the chimney, a fairy takes our teeth away and a rabbit delivers chocolate. To think I get stick for reading the David Icke forum !! So OK the last three deliver magic to children so I might just about give you them but with the number of fat kids about it looks like there is far too much chocolate around and I have heard the tooth fairy isn’t too impressed with the quality of teeth she receives these days.
Now I am fond of a Colin the caterpillar cake (both large and the mini ones from M&S food) but it is with great shock that I learn that it is David Cameron’s fave cake. Oh come on can’t I have anything sacred in this world ? On the plus side though he might give massive tax breaks to the makers of Colin the caterpillar cakes and they will escape austerity cuts. To be honest the joy on Cameron and Hague’s face might just put me off them for life but not before we finish the pack of mini ones in our fridge.
On Friday the breaking news was David Cameron was reportedly recovering today after being stung by a jellyfish as he relaxed on a luxury holiday on the Spanish island of Lanzarote. The old wives tale says you should urinate on a jellyfish sting. Not sure it’s true though but I would have helped Cameron in his hour of need with that one though I couldn’t guarantee I might not have followed through on him at the time. Quickly back to god after that mental image if there was a god surely it would have been a bloom of jellyfish to do more damage. Not too much though as we don’t want Clegg in charge !!
So as you might tell faith is not for me but if it is for you whatever your faith then good for you and I hope you get something out of it just not to keen on it being forced upon children as it was me. Right just off to pray that Liverpool beat Norwich.
Fay x x x x x
Different year, same blog with a tiny tweak or two.
So the 15th of April comes around yet again and its a day I dont look forward to. 15/04/1989 and its now 25 years since Liverpool fans went to Hillsborough for a F.A.Cup semi final and 96 of them died. I didnt go the match that day but had friends who did and I still remember making the phone calls that evening wondering what I would do if I heard any bad news. All my close friends made it back. There was however one lad who I played football with who did not. His name was Philip Hammond. He was only 14 and I has played in teams with him from Sudley juniors through to APH. He was a good player, that good that he was in the year below us but often played with my year. Hid dad Philip Hammond Senior has been a tireless campaigner for justice for those fans. It’s nice to see Calderstones school name their sports hall after Phil and I have had a bit of contact with his younger brother Graeme on Twitter and my thoughts are with him and his family and the other families today. What a shocking waste of a life and as I get older both as a person and a parent I can feel the pain that the families have suffered both of the tragedy and the 25 years fight for justice. But sadly still many people need educating about the facts of Hillsborough though with the ever increasing fight for justice many people have learned the truth and taking place this year is the Hillsborough inquest in Warrington which has already some emotional moments with the individual tributes to all the victims and hopefully justice is on the way. Just remember don’t buy the sun.
As if by some cruel twist of fate 15/04/2006 came around and after battling cancer for the best part of 10 years my mum finally died after some time in a hospice. She was brave to the end and went through so much in those 10 years and I grab the positives that she seen me get married, and have our Eldest Elizabeth. It pains me that she never got to see Charlotte, and time does heal things a bit but certain dates stick out. Both my daughters have Lillian as a middle name after my mum so they will always remember nana. In 2012 we had another daughter born in early April called Holly who never got to see nana and also my mums mum is no longer here as well and Holly has her name Eillen (poor girl) as a middle name. Added to the misery is that my dad has now joined the great Fay/Roper party in the sky. Nobody prepares you for losing a parent and when the second one bites the dust it made me re-evaluate my life, a process which is still happening. No longer anybody to look up to and ask questions. All of a sudden you become technically an orphan. I had been giving Thatcher stick in last April’s blogs but her daughter hit the nail on the head by saying “It is a deeply sad and rather thought-provoking landmark in life.” Talking about losing a second parent. Now I am leader of the pack with a massive hole in the family make up. Just a short blog today to remember my mum and those footy fans who went to see a match but never returned.
Fay x x x x x
So a drought in the blogging world as all I am doing at the moment is running. It is taking over my life so no mention of the “M” word I promise. So we are looking after my sisters dog for her whilst she is on holiday. It’s a Labradoodle which is a cross between a Labrador and a poodle. Thankfully it was a cross between a ShihTzu and a poodle !! So we went down to Otterspool Park to walk the
mutt lovely little doodle. On the way down on the right somebody had hung a swing off a tree. This is a regular occurrence and has been happening since I was a kid. Elizabeth and her mate had great fun on it and I was just praying her mate held on as I didn’t want to be bringing her home with a broken arm. Thankfully they both came off unscathed and had loads of fun. I was tempted to have a go but had visions of the rope snapping as I was twenty foot in the air as I sensibly remembered it has been about 25 years since I swung from that tree as a child so swerved it (I was gutted really)
So we carried on our adventure down Otterspool Park and by the railway bridge hung a right and walked up the stairs. Up here you can see where the old Otterspool station was. The station opened in 1864 and was absorbed into the Cheshire Lines Committee in 1865. It closed in 1951, due to low passenger numbers. The station was at the end of a long and otherwise empty lane running alongside Otterspool Park. Both the lane (the end of Otterspool Street) and the station building still exist, but the main building is now a private dwelling and a subsidiary building is derelict and mostly obscured by undergrowth. Whatever may remain of the platforms cannot be seen under vegetation. So we spotted a gap in the fence and headed in. We got pretty close to what looked like the old subsidiary (picture below) We could see by the smashed windows and there was flooding by the house that nobody longer lives here though I seem to recall when I was younger it was occupied. As we mooched through a bit more suddenly we heard a female voice say “Yes can I help you” cue screams for the girls and we turned around and headed back to the gap we came through. En route Elizabeth fell over in the brambles which freaked her out even more but we made it through to the safe side. We walked a bit more on the safe side and I said to the girls I was heading back over to the fence to see who it was. Strangely I could see washing on a line so thought maybe some travellers were parked up there which is when I then noticed a woman with a dog. She said that “This was private property that she owned and we were trespassing and the dog could have pinned one of the girls down” Her voice seemed quite panicked. I apologised and said we were just having a nose and the girls had been scared by her voice. In truth I think she was just freaked by hearing rustling and my voice in the bushes and thought she might be about to get attacked. Though on looking at google earth there is another building which might explain the washing and maybe she did own the land ? It’s a Scooby Doo style mystery. So Elizabeth was still a bit freaked out but the voice and on looking into the station a bit more I came across this story Before closing in 1951, a teenager was saved by a man from being hit by a train, although the rescuer was killed in the process. His ghost is said to be wave a red warning flag in the area. I asked her if she wanted to check it out more tomorrow but said she’s never ever going back there again. I could have pre arranged for a mate to pop out a waving red flag from a bush ha ha.
So some interesting old pics of the station on this link http://www.disused-stations.org.uk/o/otterspool/index.shtml
Nothing like taking your daughter and her mate on 20ft Swings and getting a legged from a haunted house. Parenting of the highest order. Kids are so wrapped up in cotton wool these days. At their age I would have been down Otterspool Park on my own with my mates having robbed a few of my dads Woodbines for the trip. Oh well off for a Snickers remember when they used to be called marathons. Ahhhh shit nearly got through without mentioning the “M” word.
Fay x x x x x