Things have been rather busy lately. My Grandad was in hospital up until yesterday as he had a kidney operation, was released and then had to be rushed back in because of a suspected heart attack. It's all been rather surreal for me as they live so far away, and I only see them a few times a year. He's out now though and we haven't had any more panicked calls from my Grandma, which is definitely a good sign.
In slightly more positive news, it was Village Sports Day last Saturday. I ran the hoopla stall (even a week afterwards, I am still incredibly relieved that I managed to talk them out of putting me on slippery pole) and did rather well in the produce show. My Duck Mobile (which I think of rather like the batmobile, but cheerier and a really poor form of transport) won third place in the handicraft category. There are clearly benefits to the normal judges not being able to make it as it was never going to be up their street. And I also won my running race! However, as various people pointed out, I also came last. I however don't care. I have a trophy. A trophy which now had my name on twice (the first time, I came second (also last given the huge field of two) but the winner couldn't keep the trophy due to living outside the village parish). I am very happy about this.( Sunstroke, heatstroke, you name it... )
After getting lots of sleep last night, I feel much better now. So I can now attempt to do my history homework. It's actually quite interesting, I just can't quite seem to summon up the energy. And then there's the World Cup Final tonight. I am almost looking forward to it, which is slightly strange. I think it's to do with the fantasy football league I'm in. It's addictive and I really am far too competitive.