It should have snowed, and Ro said that it was snowing in Norwich when he left work, but it’s a cold, bleak rain here tonight. If it freezes, as is forecast, the roads will be treacherous. The Sage went to visit his friend in hospital and I asked him not to be too long as the roads could be nasty – he was dismissive at the time, but arrived home in good time, as he had found that he agreed with me after all.
Dilly and I took the children swimming this afternoon, after a morning in Norwich. They both enjoyed it. Pugsley hasn’t been often before as it’s not that easy managing two together. I have suggested (blimey, I’m a fool) that I might take him along on Wednesday afternoons when I’m looking after him during Squiffany’s dancing lesson. I don’t like swimming pools much, but I can do it. And after all, then I can pretend I’m taking exercise. I’m considering going along on my own account, but the pool’s at the top of a hill – okay, a Suffolk hill, which is not exactly exacting, but it’s a bit much for me as yet.
Elizabeth, a sporty friend of mine, was giving a lesson in a roped-off length of the pool. I shuddered at the sight of these vigorous little children, all getting their hair wet and everything. They seemed to like it.
I wanted to buy a belt as my clothes are settling a few inches lower than usual. It’s remarkable how big most belts are. I’m not exactly small, but many of them would go round me twice. In the end, I found some on the market, labelled 24″-30″, £3 each or two for £5. I put one on, it fitted, I bought two. A lifetime’s supply, unless my waist diminishes below 24″. Which seems to be considered tiny now, but was par for the course in my young day.