I thought I would post something  with a touch of humour, not only to appease those who knock me for seemingly always being negative, but also to show you that there is some laughter and accomplishment in our lives.

We are a family of competitiveness and tonight we broke our family record!  (Well nearly)

Arriving home from a lunch out with friends the Family Soper topped “The Dispatch Tom from Van” in record speed of 11 minutes…

Ciara: eldest daughter, (normally child sitting shouting orders) holding her Dad so tightly so he doesnt rock side to side in the van he hates so much, says: “Ready!”

Erin: youngest daughter, (normally child holding father as above, so lovingly and oblivious to the road rules of wearing a seat belt), fast asleep in double seat of van…

Sally: Mother, wife, driver, of van/ET: screams up driveway at breakneck speed and haults 2 cms (no lie) before the garage door.

Ciara: vaults to the front of her Dad, (Erin still asleep), to unclasp the 2 front harnesses at the base of her Dad’s wheelchair. Hand up! Done!.

Sally: rushes round to the back, opens the tail gate, presses the control to deploy the lift.  Lift Deployed. Leans over, unclasps (with difficulty) the bottom two harnesses. Then releases the next two shoulder harnesses together with Ciara, at her Dad’s chest, (Erin still asleep on the front bench. Not to knock her! as this is normally her role!)

Tom, Dad: reverses onto the lift that has been deployed. The call, “30, 20, 15, 10, 5cm… stop)…..”  And then lower….

Our record was not broken because I couldn’t find the **** keys for the back door so we could get inside the house…….!!.

Watch this space……….

Team Soper