Ounces

You know my day by now - work and lunchtime swim (with goggles this time).

Saul is still piling on the pounds (well ounces), starting to become too big for the premature baby clothes, but drowned by the new born stuff. He's definitely becoming more alert to what's going on as well, especially at half 1 in the morning.

I'm picking a track today that I don't like and have never liked, but it was unavoidable in 1985. I can remember it being played to death on the jukebox at the local YMCA whilst everyone tried out their best breakdance moves - swallow dive, caterpillar, flares, headspins. Me? I just stood and watched. Altogether now n-n-n-n-nineteen, nineteen.