It’s taken me a while to write this one as I haven’t been a good girl! Alexander is now two and a half and he absolutely loves the water. I know, he can now jump in alone with armbands on. He does that when we go away on trips where we are lucky enough to have private pools. I don’t do mass market swimming. I have a slight flaw in my psyche! Call it borderline OCD. I have memories of visits to local swimbaths – Copthall for one and Swiss Cottage another (before the big refurb) that have left me mentally scarred for life! I don’t like wet floors and bare feet, I don’t like hairs on wet floors and a new one that has reared its head, I don’t like pools with (many) other people in them . I just start to imagine no end of things floating in the water. Ridiculous, I know. That’s what chlorine is for, saner people point out. Continue Reading