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Sunday always seems to be a busy, but good day. Yesterday it was the first competitive match in the rugby season. Corey's playing second line scrum now, and he's got so much better since last season. Of course the fact that he's a good foot taller and heavier than most in his age groups mean he's good in the scrum. Though it did collapse a few times yesterday, and he ended with stud marks down his shoulder. Sadly they lost both games, one try to nil the first, two to nil the second, but they played really well. I also made a mistake by going in my slip on shoes, so by the time we went my feet were drenched and as my skirt was ground length, it was wet in a foot high band at the bottom.

After that it was visiting nanna and dad, then we went to the cinema to see Mr Woodcock, which was just, meh. More visiting to the in laws then home where Corey and me made chicken stew for tea before watching some of the shows on the Sky plus.

Saturday was the parade. I saw nanna there, and by the time I finished talking to her there were no spots at the roadside and I ended four rows of people back. I was taking pictures with my camera held in the air, so they're not that great.

( Parade pics )

It's the fireworks display tonight. They're also roasting the ox for the roast ox sandwiches. Not that I'll be getting one.

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The fireworks display was amazing. Such beautiful colours streaking against the night sky. It was lovely seeing all the people looking skywards, the collective gasps at the loudest explosions and falling glittering sparkles.

Shame it was all spoiled at the fair.

It was a situation I hate. It was so crowded you could only crawl along, squishing past people, getting elbows in your side. Then, and this is still making me fume, Corey finally got on his first ride. £3 for a ride lasting less than a minute, but he'd got money from his nanna, and wanted to go on. So, he gets in the car, only for the guy who checks the belts to grab him by the arm and haul him out, shouting no single riders. I swear, if I'd have been closer I would have slapped him. No one touches my kid like that. No one. As if it was it was so packed I couldn't get close, so James just pushed his way through people and went and raised hell at the control booth.

We left soon after that, and took Corey to the local Blockbusters where he spent his money on a playstation game. I'm still incredibly pissed off though.