Who do you think you are...

One of my ultimate guilty pleasures has to be the TV programme Who Do You Think You Are, and I watch eagerly as the celebrities trace their family trees and discover all about their distant relatives.

 So, I decided to do a bit of ancestry digging on my own family and after researching back to the 1800s, I discovered that I have many, many relations called Charles and Thomas. But, the most incredible find so far, is that I have a great, great, great granny called Fanny Bush - you just couldn't write it!

Luck of the Irish...

With a strong Irish background, St Paddy's Day is always big in our household, and this year was no different! So, on the 13th March, in memory of my Irish grandad's birthday, we headed down to the Royal Albert Hall to celebrate the Dubliner's 50th anniversary. But, it wasn't without drama - I rushed from work to catch an early train and stacked it right across the pavement, winding myself and scratching my phone. I was then so shaken by the time I got on, I asked for a single instead of a return and ended up forking out double for my journey! Then, after an hour in the cab from Liverpool Street, our cabbie somehow managed to get lost somewhere around Hyde Park, and we arrived ten minutes late to the concert. Ordinarily this wouldn't be a problem, but when we rushed through the doors and up the stairs, we soon realised why we weren't allowed in during their performance - we were so close to the front, we were practically on stage with them! But, a few glasses of wine and pint of Guinness later, we were in full swing of The Irish Rover and Whiskey In The Jar! And, my excited dad was beside himself when he met one of the singers after the show - he was like a teenage girl meeting Harry Styles!

Then, it was on to the real celebrations on Saturday! I took mum out for early Mother's Day manicures and then we met the Treacy clan down at the Mill Hotel. Sipping my lime and soda water I noticed something cute and fluffy out of the corner of my eye - an 11-week old puppy! I didn't know the owner, but we all had cuddles with little Buster! 

Later that evening it was on to Sudbury Town to catch up with my pals. It was a night of jokes, giggling, exchanging mutual appreciation of One Direction, and escaping the God awful smells coming from Andy Jones! And, I got a "last resort" marriage proposal, too - if Adam doesn't find anyone better in the next five years, I'm in!

This weekend has been a little on the quiet side in comparison. I've discovered Pinterest, which, in a matter of hours I've become addicted to! And, mum and I added a little glamour to our weekly walk. So, instead of shaking my booty to old school r&b, this week I'll be settling down to watch the Voice in my pyjamas - rock and roll!

Family bonding...

In a bid to spend some quality time together, the Treacys decided to have a little brainstorm and come up with some group activities to embark on. After a few suggestions, we discovered that horse-riding was out of the question, as dad is allergic and badminton was definitely off the cards since the last time we went, my own team mate (mum) smacked me around the head with her racket in order to make the shot! Ouch!

So, after much deliberation, we finally agreed on heading to the local bowling alley and really get into the swing of things on a Friday night. And, it wasn't long until word got around, and the Pengelly's had jumped on the bowling bandwagon. I wasn't sure if it would be a giggle or a challenge, with a competitive dad already claiming that he'd be using his left hand for the game to spice things up! And, after three rounds of nil points and feeling quite at home in the gutter, I finally started upping my game and competing with the big boys! Three games later and my team mates were complaining of aching butt cheeks and strained arms, so we called it at night, with the prospect of a 'Trengelly' trophy spurring us on for the next match.

The next day, we were heading into the heart of Romford for a surprise baby shower. With only a month to go until her due date, the shock of twenty people shouting "surprise" at you, might not have been the brightest idea - but luckily Kate's waters stayed in tact for another day!

The day was filled with red velvet cupcakes decorated in baby bottle candles, pin the dummy on the baby, guess what's in the nappy and taste what's in the jar games. Followed by present opening, buffet and copious amounts of tea.

Luckily, I was able to burn off all those extra calories with a 10k walk on Sunday, in preparation for the MoonWalk in May! By which time, there will be a new addition to the family and hopefully, a new trophy to my name, too!