After a poor mental start to the week with a minor breakdown in the shed and then the following night a rather more vocal one in the house…
… I deleted Facebook and the BBC News app from my Kindle, to make access to the World Wide Web of shame, shenanegins & shite, a lot harder. I will have to put much more effort into reading about what my friends are drinking/eating/watching/feeling and whatever hideousness has gone on in the world.
I am feeling a lot less like a loonbag today after channeling my inner Esther Williams at yet another local pool. Think I will systematically work my way around all the pools in the region to try and find my favourite.
We almost didn’t get in at all when the receptionist mistook my youngest for a boy and almost refused her entry to the women’s and girls only session. Poor Al. AKA Sonny Jim.
Was showing my youngest and her friend a dive and seeing if I could make it all the way to the other end under water. When I surfaced (I was short by about 3 metres) the lifeguard lady gave me a big thumbs up and shouted “Hey, do you want a job?”
That would be awesome.
It’s my eldest girl’s birthday today. This time 12 years ago I was sat in LGI, literally holding the baby and wondering “WTF! How am I supposed to look after this tiny thing?” A dozen years later and I haven’t managed to completely break her, traumatize her or psychologically damage her beyond repair yet. So far so good.
I don’t know what happened to the little girl who wanted everything Moshi Monster? This year she wanted a windows smart phone (that I could happily have hurled out of the window this morning when trying to set the fucker up!) Bloody technology. The more it seems to evolve, the more I seem to hate it. The only reason I continue to write this blog is because it’s like talking to myself without actually having to open my mouth.
I’m sure I’d be much happier if I was a dolphin. Just swimming about, eating fish and laughing away all day long.