One daughter wanted to be a cowboy – rocked up in Canada asking for a job as a trail guide only to be told she was too small to lift a saddle.

Ha!

She turned up religiously each morning at dawn to muck out and saddle up – until they took her on.

Result! I now have a daughter who can chew tobacco and spit further than any man – quite how this advances her career as a barrister is anyone’s guess. (And, as her mother, I trust these are skills she will not bring to play at her wedding in December.)

I have an even smaller daughter who has decided she must cross the Atlantic in the Clipper race from Hull in the UK to Rio in Brazil – she’s training at the moment – one of 4 weeks training on the open sea prior to the race – and gale force winds have been forecast…

You’d think I could have managed one calm sprog – someone who knits, perhaps – I love knitting – Or who reads for hours – I do that too –

I’m now getting rather nervous when I see a certain look in the eyes of my son’s twins – I know that look, and it doesn’t bode well for my future peace of mind, believe me

(I’m not even getting into my son’s snowboard exploits – or his mountaineering, sky-diving and his cage-diving with sharks – not this time, anyway

Wishing you all a nice quiet weekend without a stamping stallion or a tossing boat in sight
Sxx