This idea of time is a strange thing that takes getting used to. I know there are days when neither I go to school nor Mum and Dad, to work, and I’ve just started using the word “yesterday” in the correct context. There is one day, however, I am more aware of than others: Mondays.
Mondays are, as everyone knows (don’t they?), when we go swimming. For some odd reason I’m offered badges now and again, for doing a few things for my swimming-instructor, Mia. I have no complaints about this, but isn’t it like giving me sweets for eating all my buns?

Today I needed to jump into the swimming-pool three times (why always three?), each time turning around under water and making my way back to the safety of the edge by whatever means necessary; this activity had to be performed without the aid of Mum or Dad.

Anyway, I made my parents very happy and proud by doing what was required of me, and came away with a shiny Blue Crab badge. I do not personally see what a crab has to do with jumping and stuff, though my knowledge of crabs is reasonably limited, blue crabs more so.

I think I shall suggest pinning my ever-growing number of badges on a nice piece of framed padded-velvet or something similar, when I know how to articulate such a request.