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Date: 20 July 2004 18:16:17
I don't want to, I just don't. To make it even more pathetic, I'm only going in order to get in the water and get out again. I am trying to be good and rest my foot but if you don't turn up to aquafit one week you lose your place. So I am planning to take my book, change, get in the pool, get out again to go into the changing rooms to the loo, and just not emerge again. But I feel too hot and sticky and tired for such subterfuge... and I had chips for lunch so the motivation of calling at the chippy on the way home isn't there either!
It's been a fairly lazy day. After taking Smudgelet to school (eyes half closed in horror as Tiddles came with us on his bike and was cycling off ahead before I had time to tell him not to go along the road where the parents all double-park) and having a final attempt to give in the form to apply for Dad's pension (they now think we may have left it too late from the original invitation letter being sent) I came home to luxuriate in a deep hot bath while Tiddles went to explore the village and make an information map for his "Guide" badge for Scouts. Then he raced back for us to celebrate his new "semi-growed-up" status by watching his first ever James Bond film.
It made quite a point that I let him watch it despite his mini-tantrum last night. He had a paddy last night because I wouldn't let him stay up late to watch twenty minutes of the film. It was classic - he was crying and complaining because I wouldn't let him stay up and the reason he was reacting like that was because he was over-tired. Funnier still, he used crying to convince me he was grown up enough to stay up! I decided to handle it by totally ignoring it, going into the bedroom to put Smudgelet to bed, and settling myself down on the sofa-bed in there for a snooze. Needless to say, it didn't take many minutes for Tiddles to get bored of shouting and decide he might as well just come to bed!
This afternoon we made a mad dash to Godshill to buy Dad some special socks, and then on to the hospital to drive round and round and round in the blistering heat in search of a parking space. Luckily we were only ten minutes late for my ultrasound appointment. I didn't know whether to be really relieved that the radiologist confirmed there was nothing seriously wrong with my thyroid and blood vessels, or whether to feel robbed because it means no solution to the discomfort which makes me feel a bit of a hypochondriac. A bit? A lot of a hypochondriac! But the main thing is that I can stop worrying. (Not that I was particularly worried, but it does nag at the back of your mind somewhat). The funniest thing was that Tiddles was waiting with me in the waiting room and had forgotten his magazine. We were chatting and playing the slapping game and he noticed my hand going red where he touched it so, for the first time ever, he asked if he could watch the effects of writing on my arm with his finger. He drew an impressive wiggly line along the length of my arm.... just as the nurse called me into the ultra-sound room!
So here I sit now, dreading the thought of aquafit and longing to curl up on the sofa with my book and fall asleep! Still, the exercise will do me good!