Tomorrow is the day that we are planning to launch officially our fundraising page at Justgiving.com. We are going public and boy do I hope there are some generous people out there.
In preparation for that I have been baking. I made these for my colleagues at work who I am hoping will then feel sorry enough for us (and the enormous task ahead) to sponsor us. They are such lovely people I have every faith in them (wink wink). What do you mean, of course I mean it...!!
I really quite enjoy a bit of messing around with cakes and icing and am wondering if anyone would want a cake decorated in lieu of a donation? If you do let me know, materials and donation in exchange for a decorated cake. Fair?
I don't feel as though I have seen much of my bike this week and yet its Wednesday already. Yesterday I ran to the office as I am slowly extending my run distances and running another stop further down the train line each week is a good way to slowly increase the distance and try and catch up with some precious reading time on the train. I started with Earlsfield, then Wimbledon and now Raynes Park. Next stop New Malden.
In the evening my dad and I went to see Arsenal vs Ipswich at the Emirates stadium on Tuesday evening. The Tractor boys held out as long as they could but eventually succumbed to the class and skill of the Arsenal team. It was a good game though and ticked a box on one of dad's long term wishes. He's been wanting to go there for a long time so it seemed like too good an opportunity to miss when they faced his team Ipswich Town in the Carling Cup. ITFC at Emirates stadium is not a frequent fixture thats for sure. I am just glad we can still do these things together, everyday is precious and at the end of the night I opted to go home with him and then come back early this morning. The journey to Saffron Walden is about as far from Tottenham Hale as Tooting is and so in my opinion it was worth it to see dad home safely and give mum a quick hug. Of course when we got home close to midnight tea and biscuits were waiting for us and toasty hot water bottles in my bed. There's no place like home eh? Thanks mum you are the best and thanks again Mr Varty.
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