The more one does that one might blog about,
The more one’s blogging time is put in doubt;
I have been kept completely on the hop,
And thus my blog came screeching to a stop!
Let me at least give headlines:
DUCKS AND DIVES
The Egyptian Ducks (demoted recently from Geese) are back at the school pool, and actively involved themselves in Swimming Squad training today. It is good to see them again after the break of a couple of years they have taken.
STARTS AND FITS
Galas have been swum in with results ranging from fantastic to disappointing.
During the latest young J did not seem to be giving of her best, and then took another turn that landed her back in hospital. The specialist is still confident that the answer is not to give up such activity, but to find the right meds to control the seizures.
R was also off-form, and due to us dashing off to hospital missed the event she is best at.
LAUNCHES WITH INSUFFICIENT SPLASH
Books have been launched, but due to bad timing, and an unsuitable section of the venue, now need to be winched up the slipway and relaunched. Another launch is scheduled for tomorrow, and I am hoping this one will pave the way for further progress. Launches will now be moving to Saturdays, and that should help.
THEFT OF MOTOR VEHICLE
After this launch the librarian came to the door with me and suggested I park my car nearer in future, as cars have been stolen from that location across the road.
As she said it, I saw with fury that the driver’s side doors of my car were open and a man was rummaging in the back. I charged across the road with intent to do murder, particularly as two people in our immediate circle have had cars stolen recently. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ I stormed, about to launch into a physical attack. Not the most brilliant remark, I admit; a car thief would naturally think that he was doing a car theft.
Fortunately, the suspect was quick-witted and pointed me up the road a bit. Then I got the full picture.
The librarian, Much Better Half, and bystanders were in fits of laughter, as was I when I saw my error. The ‘suspect’, however, had a sense-of-humour-failure in spite of my apology.