Losing my audience with sloth-like posting schedule - sorry!

Shameful amount of time since my last post - apologies to anyone who actually does tune in to this drivel in the hope of seeing some fresh stuff!

I always was a bit of a one for starting a diary at the beginning of the year, then slowly losing interest by about March. Mind you, sudden fads are my stock in trade. Since discovering cycling again after many years I now have a fancy carbon-fibre racer on order and plans to do the climb of Mont Ventoux next year. That's the mountain that claimed the life of British professional Tom Simpson during the Tour de France in the 60s. So, no pressure then.

Anyway, enough of that nonsense and back to the subject at hand. I'm really enjoying being around the lad at the moment - he's reawakened my childish side, as if that needed any further encouragement. We chase each other around on all fours and he yells with mock fear and laughter when I pretend to chase/crawl after him - loves it!

One of our NCT babies is so advanced he's probably more adult than I am (walking, dribbling a football, eating his own dinner with a spoon etc etc) but I'm quite glad our boy is doing things in his own time. There's no rush, he's got a few months yet until he needs to talk eruditely about the French Revolution in order to pass the entrance test for that private nursery school we visited a few months ago (and which will still remain nameless!)...