Front crawl that is. It seems that I am doomed to update on swim night, so you are just as doomed with the water references.

There are two guys who are normally there on Tuesday, but absent tonight, who usually have long, normal, conversations while getting dressed. The changing room is quite small and I just feel that while it's perfectly reasonable for people to have a conversation (the content of which is non-controversial and inoffensive), it seems to fly in the face of the polite fiction that the rest of us are trying to maintain, that we're not all standing around mostly naked or in various states of undress.

It's like people talking to you from the toilet cubicle. Folks, we're trying to pretend that we're alone and unobserved. How can we do that if you keep drawing attention to yourselves?

I could have titled this Learning to Walk, as Roisin took more than four steps today and I'm wondering when she'll get tired of us handing her random items off the floor and saying "Give that to <whoever>". She duly toddles the few steps to the other person and hands over the object which is handed back to her with the instruction to give it to someone else. A courier in the making perhaps.

Paddy has come up with a useful device for proving his parents wrong. Whenever he is exhorted to try something new, he responds that he tried it when he lived with his other family and didn't like it. This other family are all dead -- or at least he thinks so, there was a big monster and he ran away -- and he's quite happy to have landed with us, but we need to understand that he has a whole wealth of experiences that we aren't aware of. Like having tried spinach for instance.

Sally has attempted to combat this by either saying that she knows that he couldn't have tried it in his other family, generally citing some unique quality of the current circumstances, or that his old mother told her that he did indeed try it and he liked it what's more. This lead (eventually) to the sheepish confession that he was only joking, and he didn't really have another family.

Of course when words fail, there's always POISON PUNCH!!!