My weekend was exciting! My husband has been training for a charity boxing match since January the first. Not much drinking and lots of sparring sessions later, we made it to fight night. Goodness knows how he felt, but I was so distracted I almost couldn’t function. Gin helped.
Needless to say he stepped up and fought his ex-marine opponent with focus and commitment, I couldn’t have been prouder. The fighters had a sold out venue with 500 pairs of eyes on them under the spotlight. The charity was CRY – cardiac risk in the young – they pay for screenings for young people who might not know anything was wrong with their hearts. So he was also involved in potentially saving lives – doubly proud.
There were photographers on the night (thanks goodness all my shots were before or after – I was too involved), so thank you to Katie Bater and her lens. Mine is the man in black.

You have not mentioned that whilst the boxing match was going on you won a medal over at the life saving club.
Well no, in the most surprising news you’ll have this week I was attempting to be modest! But thank you, I did also win an award. I’ll explain that in another post.