End of week 18....The Final Countdown!

Oh heck, oh heck, oh heck, oh heck.

Why did my life turn traumatic at the time when I needed to be doing other things, i.e. training? Nothing has been done, yet again, this week. On one hand, I'm really sorry folks, but you won't get to see me run 10k, but on the other hand, we are almost at the £500 mark! The dosh is much more important than the speed.

So, what have I been up to this week? Bank Holiday Mondays always get the week off to a good start. I also had Thursday and Friday booked off. Thursday was because H's school was closed, and I had an appointment on Friday so took the full day. On Tuesday I bumped into Tony Blair in Bury. Unfortunately I didn't have my sponsor form with me or I'd have tried to relieve him of some of his millions. On Wednesday H and I went to a meeting/party in Bury, and H got his photo on Twitter for the first time. On Thursday H and I spent the day fighting the cause. By 10pm, after over 11 hours on the telephone, I could hardly speak! My age must be getting the better of me as I turned down the Unison party that started at 10pm and wasn't expected to finish before dawn, and I came home, via the off licence where I bought the only sherry they had - QC. I thought it would be good for my throat, but it was disgusting! I had to open wine instead. I then couldn't face going to bed, so spent the night on the sofa with my duvet, checking the TV and Twitter every so often. I had high hopes for our own Maryam Khan and I'm sure she'll be back in the (hopefully near) future.

Talking of age, my article was in The Bury Times, and they printed 'an age!' I never told them an age, and if I had have done I wouldn't have picked that age.

On Friday I had 2 year old A for a couple of hours and he was pure joy! We had a great time playing football in the house and going to the park. Then Friday night was Girls Night Out for Phyllis's birthday. A great time was had, and thanks to Phyl for donating her birthday collection to my sponsorship! The night finished sedately, with Debbie's home made sloe gin - lovely.

Saturday was brilliant. It is months since Paul and I had a night out together, so we made up for it. Both children were sleeping elsewhere so we got the tram to Manchester. Our plan was to have a Chinese before heading to Peter Kay. I couldn't understand why Paul insisted on getting off at Victoria but we ended up in The Marble Arch on Rochdale Road. What a great pub. The inside reminded me of Victoria Baths, all lovely tiles. The pub brews it's own beer so we had quite a few samples. In fact, we had so many samples that we couldn't walk to China Town and ate there instead. From there it was to the MEN Arena, where I had View tickets to see Peter Kay. The View bar was great and was limited access so it wasn't crowded and we had a table. We got champagne on arrival, then I made for the cocktail list. We also ordered drinks for the interval, that were waiting at our table for us. Rick Astley was the support, and he was great! Peter Kay has lost nothing and did a full new set that had everyone hurting with laughter. It really was a fab night.

And so to Sunday again. A trip to the Farmer's Market and an afternoon doing the ironing while watching Dad's Army Christmas specials! I know how to live. I'm a bit bothered about what I've done to upset Kath though. She bought H a synthesiser drum kit, which is very loud!

I may not be able to write, or do much else for that matter, this time next week! I WILL complete the 'run' one way or another, and I am hoping to get to £500 in sponsorship. I am now up to £477, £410 online.

OK, that's it folks! Wish me luck and don't let me do anything like this again.