Inspirational Jessica

My little princess is quite the average kid living in London, England in the year of 2012.

She loves music, dancing, X Factor, clothes, hair, nail varnish and sweets.

Serena Williams

But something really lovely has happened, she has found a new interest, she has been inspired by our Golden Girl Olympic GOLD medallist, Jessica Ennis.

My daughter is quite sporty in her general attitude, she is taller than all but one in her class, and she is nearly at my eye level, give or take 2 to 3 inches.  Mind you, that ain’t no mean feat considering I am all of 5 feet 1 and 3/4 inches.  She loves playing in the park, riding her bike and roller blading.  She never misses a PE lesson and always tries out for the school sport teams and activities.  But she has gone one stage further, since watching our Jessica Ennis, who we all love and adore, she wants to consider a career in sport and join a sports club to one day represent a Team GB Olympic Squad of the future.

Team GB 2012

I saw a fantastic advert of Usain Bolt training, whilst running through the beautiful island of his homeland Jamaica, and stopping every now and again to admire the beauty.  Who knows, maybe one day this could be my little princess in an advert running through the beautiful island of Anguilla during one of her training sessions, admiring its beauty.

I surprised myself today

Something I didn’t expect happened today, nothing major at all, but it amused me anyway.  A little drum roll please ….. I really enjoyed my pork chop dinner today.

This news obviously doesn’t impress you, and why should it, but the reason being I am not really a great meat-eater.  More often than not, if I prepare a meal consisting of meat of any description (excluding chicken) I often replace my meat portion with fish, or half the amount on my plate or even go as far as to just pour the gravy or meat juices over the remainder of my meal.  I do love vegetables, as mentioned in a previous note, I once enjoyed a labour of love with my half acre vegetable patch in Cyprus a few years ago, and ate many of the fruits of my labour.

But today after I removed it from the oven, the smell engulfed the room and it looked so tender and juicy and I was sold.  I am not a vegetarian in the main, but on the whole I don’t really enjoy meat, but I can be tempted when visiting street markets on holidays or at Notting Hill Carnival.

The aromas wafting in the air make the taste buds tingle.

I remember a holiday visiting my family in Saint Lucia some years ago, my Dad took us to a Gros Islet Caribbean Street Party.  It was fantastic.  Dancing, music, food and colourful characters.  The street food was smoking and tasty not unlike the local participants.

I am so looking forward to tasting the barbeques and street food on offer in Anguilla.  I have seen many images of smoky delights waiting  to tempting me to taste.  In this instance, I don’t think there would be much resistance.

I got the music in me

I blasted music and basted the pork joint whilst cooking the sunday dinner today.

I absolutely love music, it takes you to a place in your mind, body and soul where nobody else can take you.  Music with memories brings you to an even higher plane and a completely different time in your life.

During my days of raving and clubbing, I would have been considered a cheap date as I would dance through the night, and just get high from the massive tunes and a glass of bacardi and coke which would last me the whole night.  Sometimes just a glass of ice-cold coke did the job just as well.

My kids probably still find it amazing and amusing mum can still ‘bust-a-move’ in the kitchen and that I wasn’t always just mum.

My family ate the meal with their eyes and I am in no doubt none of them could bust-a-move afterwards, much to my pleasure.