All you really need to know about today is that Alex Horne and I took our sons swimming. The pool was much too cold for a kids’ pool unfortunately. Thomas Horne adapted quite well because he’s a bit more than one and a half. Kit Watson isn’t quite one and he took the whole temperature thing really badly. Alex swears that the pool is normally warmer than that. It was all fairly stressful anyway, and in the changing room one man with a crafty grin started to say something like ‘where do I know you from’, but I managed to sort of brush him off because I only had my pants on.
I’ve only just discovered that some people made an elaborate effort to cheer me up by sending me a message. I won’t go into details but if you’re one of them, thanks ever so much. As always it was much appreciated. If you ARE one of those people, you might now be fretting that this blog hasn’t gone up in time. Or maybe people don’t do that any more. If they do, they’ll be doing it now, because this is bloody late actually. Oops. Sorry about that.
Now. There’s a mouse running round our house. I’m going to and try and catch it. Fingers crossed. See you tomorrow for that history-making FA Cup draw.