Marie's Web Log

... happened on the way to Amelia's nursery. Well, actually at Amelia's nursery. I went to pick her up one day last week, and when I walked in two older children (around 4, maybe) were at the table near the door. (Additional information: earlier in the day, I had been moaning to Ian about how I hated getting older and looking middle-aged.) Anyway, the little girl said to me, "Are you Amelia's mummy?" and before I could answer, the little boy said, "Are you Amelia's granny?" At which point I picked him up by his little lapels and snarled, "Listen, sonny, do I look old enough to be a granny?" No, of course I didn't. He was wearing a t-shirt, for starters. No lapels. And I'm sure to a 4-year-old, anyone over 15 looks old enough to be a granny. But still.

I guess I'll be sticking to this spot for now. If I decide to change at some later point, I"ll let you all know.

What else? I went swimming last week, for the first time in ages. I mean proper, wear a one-piece, not-especially-flattering swimsuit, goggles and swimcap and do lengths of a full-size pool swimming, not the larking about, dilly dallying in someone's pool or at the beach kind. Larking about - how's that for a quaint expression? The swimming felt good. I used to go a lot way back when I was at university, but haven't been for ages. I was inspired to go because when I take Amelia for her swimming class in the learner pool, the deeper pool is always full of zen-looking swimmers. This is at the leisure centre where I do the other exercise classes, but the pool area is the best part of the building. Enclosed by glass on three sides, with a very high ceiling.

I've downloaded Skype, though I don't have a headphone yet. If that means something to you, let me know what your Skype name is, so I can add you to my list.

Still mild here. In answer to your question, Lynda, we don't have forsythia in our garden but I have seen a bit of bloom on that growing elsewhere. My crocuses look ready to open very soon. I quite like the January they have down here in the south west - it's not especially rainy or cold. More like spring than winter. Something nice to look forward to after Christmas, instead of four months of snow.

And on that smug note...