It's a boy

In fact, I once dropped a Twix wrapper on the village green. I felt a bit guilty and would have picked it up later if my playmates, the terrible twins, hadn't been watching (they often dropped litter and would have called me a girl). But still, the fact remains I was a litter dropper.

However, things are different these days. Most people like the summer because it's hot. I like the summer because the undergrowth hides the rubbish on the verge when I drive to work.

The litter that has been most annoying me recently is the plastic bale wrapping and fertiliser bags stuck in bushes beside the River Ure. I know farmers rule, but I just wish they could rule a bit more tidier sometimes.

We lost 2-1 at home to the Broncos on Saturday. It was a very bad-tempered affair with them scoring the winner in the seventh minute of injury time. The ref said there was so much injury time because of the stoppages in the first half.

Now I'm no student of the laws of football, but I do know that you add stoppages that occurred in the first half, at the end of the first half. I'm still a little bitter and hope to take it out on Askrigg in the five-a-side league tonight.

Finally, Sarah had her 20-week scan today. All is well and the nurse reckoned it's a boy, although we couldn't see the evidence on the screen. Like father like son I guess.