Pools and schools have figured largely in my life just lately. Take yesterday: in the morning was R’s prizegiving event at her school, and after that we shot off to get my Yacht Club (on the edge of a pretty big pool called Durban Bay) tag updated. Then there was a trip to a nursery to get some more plants for the ongoing garden replanting exercise including round the pool. Then, in the afternoon, we had to pick R up from a friend’s house and go to J’s school for her Monkeynastics prizegiving and display. Then, a notice came up on R’s school communicator – with only a few hours’ notice there was an evening compulsory gala for Swimming Squad, so it was back across town. Pity the schools are quite a distance from home and from one another!
It was our wedding anniversary, and today is Much Better Half’s birthday, but there hasn’t been much of a chance to do much about either. Champagne did figure on tonight’s menu, though.
Anyway, another pool visited was the edge of the Indian Ocean after I picked J up from school, where we each found a cowrie, and later this afternoon was R’s normal swimming lesson at 16h30. On the way out of the pool area I encountered this impressive not-so-little fellow and posed him for a portrait.
I had another furiously buzzing spade-headed beetle bomb me just before I started this, but that picture will have to wait. At this rate, I’ll be replaying all the old Beatles numbers, just to get in the mood. I have been listening to Handel’s Water Music on the car player, as it happens, so that sorts the pool part.