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I hope our daughters appreciate just how lucky they are... Glenn has been looking over the past few months for a buggy for the girls (well, he says it's for them, I'm not quite so sure) and came across a complete bargain on Ebay so snapped it up.  So on Friday they came home to a fully fledged, petrol engined 80cc buggy - you should have seen Abi's face! I'm not so convinced but that seems to have fallen on deaf ears.  Within moments they had jumped in and with Abi driving, set off around the garden.  First it was all quite sedate but after a few circles Abi got the hang of it and before you could say "There goes the Stig" she was off.  Much as I think they are going to wreck the lawn, I had to smile as they raced around having so much fun together.  Izzy is still too short - she can't see over the steering wheel and get her feet to the pedals at the same time so Abi has to help - health and safety nightmare! So that was Friday.  On Saturday they got up and immediately asked to get the buggy out. I said no as the grass was still wet so they played very happily in and around it for an hour or so until once again they asked to start it.  In the end I relented and before you know it, Abi is back in the house, tears pouring down her face, saying sorry.  It turns out she's managed to spin the wheels on the grass, tearing it up in a perfect circle. Actually it looked like she had been doing donuts on the lawn - not good. I then had to console her for the next 15 mins as she was so upset.  On the plus side its good she understands that this was specifically what she had been told not to do, and also that she came and apologised (not something Abi does easily).  On the bad side I have a lawn which now looks like a race track. Hmmm.

Add to all this the fact that Abi was glued to the first round of Moto GP this evening, cuddled up with Glenn on the sofa and every so often running upstairs to give Izzy and I updates on who was winning and how her favourites were doing, my daughter is clearly a committed petrol head.  And so it starts!

This weekend we have mainly been cycling. Glenn and I did our first sportive of the season - a very hilly 100km ride from Longleat - and battled hailstones, cold and a horrible head wind for the final 10 miles.  This is nothing though.  Glenn has bravely signed up for an epic ride in August - 350 miles in 24 hours - arghhh!  We are oscillating between pride that he is going to complete this challenge and fear that he is even contemplating it.  The girls have little concept how far it is, or how much training it will require, but I do and I'm in awe.

The girls have also been keeping fit - it was their sport relief day on Friday and they both chose their sporting heros and went to school dressed to represent them. Abi chose Bradley Wiggins ("you can call me 'Sir Bradley'!") and Izzy chose Jessica Ennis-Hill (or 'Jessie' as Izzy calls her).  The school had planned a Sport Relief mile and set up a really good track, complete with warm up event and music to run to.  Both did really well but it was Izzy who took the prize and ran round in the fastest time.  I made the most of my free time and went along to support which was lovely. I was one of only 2 Mums asked for Abi's class and so it was quite special when the girls saw me there. It did mean I ran about 3 miles as my job was to encourage everyone to the end which involved lots of running back and forward with each group of girls but I loved it.  I'm making the most of all of these opportunities while I can - it will soon be back to normal and back to work - the time is looming closer every day!

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