Swim time

Dirk took the boy swimming today and I was the proud mother on the pool-side.  I think the other mothers think it's quite sweet that Dirk take him from time to time - although they did comment the other day on his singing voice (it's all done to nursery rhymes).  There was another Dad there today - he was watching, he's a hulk of a man who spends a lot of time in the African bush and has the demeanour of being quite a tough guy, he's still building up courage to be in the water with his boy. 

On the way back from swimming, we had to pop into a couple of shops in town for work trousers and veterinary supplies, time was when going to a couple of shops meant only buying things for me - mainly clothes.  How things change.  There we were, stopped at some traffic lights, and we watched a man in a suit and hat cross the road carrying a plastic shopping bag, on closer inspection, the bag had a hole cut towards the bottom on each side, with a chicken head coming out of each hole – quite alive although really rather scrawny.  Every day this place manages to surprise me somehow.  The irony was that we had chicken for dinner.