Not So Secret Journal

As I’m sat on the train for my weekly jaunt taking the youngest prin to dance, I start to unravel this week, that has actually felt like a whole month in itself.

Why does January feel like a whole 3 months long?

Anyway this week, I’ve been busy with nan, she’s needed a bit of extra support this week, it’s been our eldest daughters 23rd birthday, which is impossible, because I’m only 27! (In my head) and I’ve been smashing independence or filling up the screen wash in the car. (That was yesterdays blog)

But the fun isn’t over yet, I decided this morning on my train jaunt to Google writing prompts, because I should do more but I don’t always know what you guys would like.

So my prompt was I LOVE……

Now this could be anything, because there are so many things I love. My family, the doggies, my nanna, my extended fam, friends and food.

I decided to narrow down the search to something I’m actually doing this week and that’s spending some mum and middle son time at our favourite place Goodison Park, home of our beloved Everton Football Club. It’s our happy place, our time together along with 35,000 other people who share our passion and it got me thinking about why we love it so much and an old post I wrote a while ago which sums up my I LOVE prompt.

I think I wrote it after a defeat to Liverpool the day before, I hope you love it.

“So I’ve been really quiet about what happened yesterday, as I was still trying to absorb the shock of the entire situation.

Today my eldest daughter added to my distress, by telling me something that I really didn’t know happened in life. She told me she was “bi” when it came to football. I explained in life I really couldn’t care less who anyone chose to love, but in football you can’t be “bi”.

Especially when it comes to Everton and Liverpool, there’s one and then there’s the other, but there’s no “dual” supporting of teams.

This is the way I see it, I’ve supported Everton for 43 bastard years, I’ve been bullied, taunted, and cruelly mocked for my love of a team that constantly raises my hopes and then smashes them to pieces.

It’s like that boyfriend your mates all hate, but you think you can change him so you stick at it.

In those 43 bastard years, I’ve cried, I’ve been smacked in the head (by a match ball) and I’ve wished things could be different. I’ve taught my kids not to “get their hopes up” but always believe something good will happen (eventually).

My best mates all support Liverpool, but I was taught it’s not their fault, they’ve got faulty genes or they’re inbred. I married a Manc, but don’t hold that against me he told me he supported tranmere so I felt sorry for him.

But the moral of this story is, my name is lena and I’m a 43 year old Evertonian, I’ve been there at their worst (thanks mike walker), beating Wimbledon to stay in the premier league (I was at that game) and I’ve been there at the highest high beating United in the cup. If you can’t love your team at its worst then you don’t deserve them at their best

It’s friggin hard loving something with so much passion you treat it like one of your kids, but like your kids you never give up on something so special.”

I’m now 47, and I’ve recruited two more blues, our middle son and smallest princess, the rest, well I’ve got a manc, a smelly Kopite, a rugby prin and a Villa fan. Faulty genes everywhere, we can’t all be perfect now can we.

Hope you loved this, it should be sponsored by Merseyrail as I used their Wi-Fi whilst on my two way journey back to town to collect the littlest prin.

Have a brilliant Saturday.

If there is anything you want me to ramble on about let me know

Love ya!