Little z has put on 5 ounces in the last 5 days, which is very satisfactory. She slept on me for a couple of hours. The child finds me restful.
Before that, I’d been to the New Members’ Coffee Morning and so did a lot of cheery meeting ‘n’ greeting and Addressed the Assembled Multitude (20 new members plus the committee who already knew what I was like), which would have been embarrassing if I were the sort to be embarrassed. I am not any more, and I never cease to be surprised by that, having been at one time the shyest person I’ve ever met – or, I should say, shyer than anyone whom I’ve ever met. If you don’t mind making a total tit of yourself, there’s a good chance that you’ll bluff it out, at least over ten or fifteen minutes.
Afterwards, someone asked me where I did my public speaking; I said nowhere. “But you’ve been trained.” She didn’t say it questioningly. I assured her that I hadn’t, but actually I felt awfully complimented. The trick is to sound confident and friendly and not to say er and um.
Damn. Another fruit fly is drowning in my glass of wine. Fortunate that I’m not vegetarian, since I can’t reach it to fish it out. That reminds me that all the wasps have died in the last few days. Until last Monday they were a real nuisance in the shop; for the next couple of days there were a few dozy ones about – so dozy that I could lift one by a wing from a basket of grapes with impunity – and then there were no more. Cold and wet, I suppose.
By the way, am I the only one to feel embarrassingly voyeuristic if I should happen to catch any of the Paralympic Games? I admire them, genuinely, and I think they embody the spirit of the Games in a way that has become rare in the Olympics over the last few decades, but it still feels as if I’m intruding. I know it shouldn’t. Sorry.