I am pleased to be able to announce that Number One Daughter is officially the Best Weightlifter In All Of The British Forces, For A Woman That Is.
She has won a competition this week which has accorded her that title. Now she has managed this she is eligible to go on and compete in the British Championships next year.
I have got a daughter who will be competing in the British Championships.
She is not expecting to do very well, because some of the other women who will be competing have already got medals from the Olympics.
I am very impressed anyway.
She told me all of this on the telephone this evening, which was fortunately interrupted by a customer and drew to a close just as she was beginning to express an interest in my own level of fitness. This is not a topic on which I have any cause to express great pride at the moment.
We didn’t even have a long walk this morning. Mark just about had time to come for a stroll around the park with me and the dogs before he had to go to work. We ambled about with the dogs and wondered vaguely about our pension arrangements, which, for the benefit of young people, is quite interesting when you get to our age, and indeed becomes tinged with an exciting sort of panic.
I couldn’t be bothered to go for a second walk after that, and compounded the personal well being failure by having peanut butter sandwiches for breakfast.
Lucy does not seem to be eating peanut butter sandwiches. She has started to make serious efforts to learn how to cook brilliant new things for herself. She sent me a picture this evening of her dinner, which was egg fried rice.
Mark and I looked at it and laughed a great deal, because it is full of interesting vegetables and things with flavour. When Lucy was a little girl she would not eat rice if it had Sings In It. Complete squeaky meltdown would follow the presentation of such an abomination, and just picking the Sings out would not do, because she knew that they had been there, and it was then Wooined.
This rice was full of all sorts of Sings. It looked really splendid.
It is lovely to think that she grew up all right anyway.
Also I have had an email from Oliver.
I have pinched a bit of it to include here so that you know what he is doing, and also to fill in a bit of diary space, because my day has been boringly uneventful. There is only so much entertainment value to be had from reading a description of somebody sewing curtains.
I got in Detention for being late for rugby, but Mr Baird Bailed me out of Detention and I did not have to do it. So rugby is no more. No longer is the fight against people twice my height and width Thundering me down into the dirt now I can calmly swim and play badminton in peace. ahhhh.
Music is going well I am enjoying lessons so far so good on that front. General lessons are good. Maths is challenging but not impossible. English has a ten minute reading start which I LOVE giving me the chance to read is amazing. and science is quite spread thin. Every part of science is spread over the week so on Monday we might have Chemistry and Wednesday we might have Biology and on Thursday we might have physics.
This is not an exaggeration. Most of Year Nine are about twice his height and width.
I have not heard from Number Two Daughter this week, which is usually a good sign that things are going swimmingly, she has returned to her secondary career as a gold miner.
She will be home in a few weeks,
I am glad that they are all having adventures.
I have been sewing curtains.
