What an end to the year...

Last night Mrs Blog was addressing me in conversation. She stumbled over the choice of calling me "Richard" or "Sweetheart". The result was...

"Retard"

Happy New Year!

Christmas is coming

On Friday (the 14th of December) I asked Mrs Blog if I should open the window on the advent calendar. We had agreed previously that I should open the even numbers.

"No need. I opened it," she replied.

"But it's the 14th - an even number and that should mean I open it."

"Well, you missed out yesterday."

"What?"

Sometimes life in the Bloghouse is a real struggle.

Swimming like a pro...

Recently, on the advice of my doctor, I went back to swimming. Having swum before I was aware of the unpleasantness of chlorinated water getting up my nose, in my eyes and in my ears. So I equipped myself with a Speedo nose clip, Speedo goggles and a cheap pair of ear plugs.

This afternoon I went in to the pool and swam 20 m ...like a pro! Having reached the other end of the pool, I took time to adjust my equipment and managed to shove the ear plug so far in to my right ear that it got wedged. I panicked and tried desperately, and without success, to un-wedge it.

It was so bad that I had to eat humble pie and ask the 12 year old pool attendant with the curly hair to help.

Humiliation doesn't describe it!