Category Archives: Swimming Squad Training

Oh water day, in a medical way . . .


At eight o’clock to vampires, four phials of blood to draw, At ten to the urologist, so he could give the score, Twelve forty, radio therapy then me receiving saw, From there to pharmacy with script: a wait inside the … Continue reading

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A Week to Leave One Weak


Monday saw another visit to Entabeni Hospital for an Ultrasound and then an MRI. After lunch I spent the afternoon and evening on a sample edit and quote for a book from a writer in Nigeria. Today, after a night … Continue reading

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A Day Filled with Interesting Times.


From the moment my special cat M fled screaming under our wardrobe at five a.m. pursued by Katie, one of the bully-cats from the Main House, I might have known that this would not be a day of peacefulness and … Continue reading

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Actual activity deactivates virtual activity.


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 … Continue reading

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Gala Occasion for Sisters


    At last, a Squad Gala where both grandkids were fit and competing. They distinguished themselves nicely.  J got a third in the butterfly, and then won both the freestyle and the breaststroke in her age group. R, in … Continue reading

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Really Awful School Daze


          I spend a lot of time at school each day, More so, I fear I’m bound to say, Than when I was a scholar, For in those days I liked to shirk And was averse … Continue reading

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Changing Cars Like Underwear . . .


Now, Younger Daughter has a perk Of often changing cars at work, So every year or so would find We had wheels of another kind.         This year has been a bit absurd, May, new Avanza was … Continue reading

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