Guten tag!

I have recently discovered that my evil toe may not actually be evil after all.  At least, that is what the evil little piggie wants me to believe.  It would have me believe that the actual culprit, "so-called", is an affliction called Restless Legs Syndrome.  Now I admit that I do have many of the symptoms of RLS, but I have always attributed them to my diabolical digit.  However, my doctor feels firstly: that my tyrannical toe is not the spawn of the devil, and secondly: chopping the f*#$@%g thing off (my words) would not actually solve the problem.  That said, my main reason for not severing my tiny nemesis is not that it would likely hurt like hell, but rather an unreasonable fear (or is it) that the little fiend would actually grow back, bigger and badder than ever.

So I'm humouring my doctor and I am taking this Restless Legs Syndrome, "so-called", seriously. I have been told that my incessant pacing and twitching may be alleviated by the addition of magnesium, calcium and iron in my diet.  It was not without some irony that I found myself surrounded by short, oddly muscled men in a health supplement store buying my new "fix".  Apparently these stores are where you can buy muscles when you have trouble growing them yourself.  I also noted the expensive clothes store on one side of this shop and a sports store on the other.  All they need now is a medical clinic that dispenses Viagra and they could rename this section "Self-Esteem Lane".

Anyway, enough about my legs, for now.  I'll let you know if the vitamin supplements or the holy water have any effect.

I was lucky enough to get home in time to watch Princess do her second swimming lesson with her new squad.  Far from her previous lessons which involved fairly simple tasks and introductory stuff, these lessons are considerably more serious and a lot more intense.  The thing that impressed me most was the enthusiasm Princess has for the sport.  She quite literally hurls herself into the pool.  By that I mean she was doing the diving lesson when I arrived and her technique is...developing. Even the instructor covered her face with her hands in dismay when she saw how hard Princess hit the water on her stomach.  She does manage to get further than anyone else but hasn't quite got the idea of keeping her head down and sliding into the water.  For a little body she can make quite a big splash.  However, despite the reddening of her legs from the impacts, she didn't hesitate to get back up on the blocks time and again to repeat her mistake.  She did complain that her tummy felt a bit sore after.  That would be the eight successive belly flops I suspect.

Little Man is into his last term of Kinder and while he does enjoy it, he is finding it and life in general pretty tiring.  Of course, the fact that he goes at it like a bull at a gate is part of the reason but still... He had his haircut yesterday after Kinder and DW was recounting his displeasure at not being given his usual downtime.  He growled at the hairdresser and her laughing hysterically did little to quell his anger.  Luckily by the time I got home, he had calmed down after being able to play computer games without having to share with his older sister, who was off at swimming practice at the time.

Anyway, time to go.  More tomorrow (maybe?).

Ciao!

Thought for the Day: Blanketty blank blanking blanker (trains late again)