Had my last swim for a few weeks. I pop down to the pool in my lunch hour on a Friday but the pool is closing next week for a while to refurbish. And not a moment too soon either, last week I had to move my stuff in and out of three lockers because they were all fecked. I wouldn’t mind as much if it didn’t mean taking my glasses off and putting them back on each time. I’ve also had to change cubicles a few times because the locks are disintegrating. I really wouldn’t want someone else flinging open the door to my cubicle and being presented with a nudey Jojo. Not nice.

I seem to have had such a busy week. Yesterday I had to go out for a walk in the park and collect 2 bagfuls of leaves for the girlies play, Intimations of Hades, at college. So that shows just how busy I am.

I was half-watching Neighbours yesterday - it isn’t a good idea to wholly watch it in case your brain melts – and at one point Harold said he was just going to ‘polish his tuba’. It made me laugh – a lot, almost enough to fall off sofa and I have witnesses! I have never heard it called that before…

The programme for one of the playlets I watched at girlie’s college yesterdays had this on the bottom ‘Little Green is also the title of a song written by Joni Mitchell about her baby daughter who she had adopted at the age of twenty-one.’ Now I admit I know very little about the Adoption Laws across the pond but even there they surely don’t have twenty-one-year-olds being adopted.

I am shortly going to re-dress myself, i.e. change my clothes, because I am popping out to listen to some live music. Dead music is never as popular because it has a dirgeful quality. It should be a suitably mellow end to the week and a chance to catch up with old friend. Well she isn’t old, although she is slightly older than me. I was thinking about age earlier. When I started working where I work now – ten years ago, must be coming up for parole soon – I was a tender 33. At the time I was not the youngest member of staff as there were a couple of others who were a few years younger, and quite a few others at that time were only a few years older than me. Ten years later I am 43 – very good maths you see – and there are still not very many who are younger than me and in fact only two are under 40. So I think it must be true that 40 is the new 30 and presumably in another ten years 50 will be the new 30 so I could perhaps stay 30 forever. Aw neat!