300 not out

this is my 300th post. How many of those have actually been any good is debatable. The rest and recuperation I was after this weekend never really materialised. Godzooky 1 went to a party on Saturday. One of the girls from his class is moving to Brighton, so it was a farewell party. He got quite emotional at the end when he had to say goodbye, and he said "See you soon Grace!". I gently pointed out that Grace was moving and he wouldn't see her soon. Cue a deluge of tears as the realisation hit home. I think he had a bit of a thing for her. As usual ( I always seem to end up like this) I was cajoled into leading the games at the party. I would never have thought 10 years ago that I would be organising games for fifteen young children. The worst part is that they seem to think that I'm as robust as they are! Godzooky 2 has turned 2 and the terrible 2s have started in earnest. She now wants to be carried everywhere, whereas a matter of weeks ago she was Miss Independent and refused to do anything other than walk. In other news I am slightly encouraged to read the results of a survey that looked into people's love lives. It transpires that not many people are getting a lot of sex. That doesn't make me feel any better, but at least I know I'm not suffering alone! Monday mornings don't you just love them?