Nov 30, 2010
“Where are ya?!”
Much like a drunk Delia Smith who chanted those immortal words on a football pitch in front of thousands of Norwich fans once, I too found myself uttering the same thing under my breath as I came out of the swimming pool changing room this morning.
Standing like a dishevelled twat in front of about 20 odd females is the norm for me each Tuesday at Syra’s swimming...
Oct 19, 2010
Without a shadow of a doubt this was a dogs dinner of a day from start to finish.
1 Wake up with stomach bug. Me not Syra.
2 Wonder whether Syra also has it.
3 Conclude that she does have it as she has just shat her swimming nappy 2 minutes before we leave for her swimming lesson.
4 When getting Syra weighed at the hospital, i deal with a mini fit as she almost rockets out of the scales in front of a...
Oct 12, 2010
Email Recipient: Seb Coe (British Olympic Association)
Dear Lord Coe,
Just shooting from the hip a little here, but thought i would fly one up the flag post, to see if you have ever considered making “Getting a baby under a year old ready for a swimming lesson an Olympic sport”?
The skill and dexterity required to balance a wriggler on a 5 inch thick piece of plastic suspended 4 foot from a...
Oct 3, 2010
Gulp. In about 12 hours, when i wake up, i’m going to be Syra’s new boss. Mum’s back at work, i’ve left work and i’m now calling the shots. To say it’s daunting is, well, an understatement. I’ve only owned and looked after a Renault 5 and a Y Reg Vespa properly, and both of those had a pretty rough ride.
First day involves a 9am swimming class, last time i took her...