We’ve got this new ‘family fun night’ thing going on at home. It’s a total blast. Last night I found myself at the Olympic Park Aquatic Centre, standing up in the water with the Badoo pretend-swimming merrily around me, in my togs. This is not something I would ordinarily feel comfortable with. When I’m in my bathers, I need full submersion. But the daggy old water park out there in Homebush is not a place to worry about boob-droop, cellulite or bikini waxes. It’s a place to let it all hang out, so to speak. So much so, I went on the water slide 15 times with Max. Up and down those steps, butt hovering above the world, in my togs. Splashing out of the tunnel, legs akimbo, rising out of the water, togs akimbo.
52 Weeks of Grateful: Daggy places
I highly recommend it.
So, this week I’m grateful for…
293. Daggy places – places were nobody is looking, nobody is posing and nobody could give two hoots what you look like. You just get to have fun and that is all.
294. Freshly washed, little-girl hair – is there a lovelier fragrance in the world than this? There is a perfect sweetness and newly-minted clean smell to a little girl’s hair.
295. My watering can – our hose does my head in. It kinks and coils and the end falls of and water gushes everywhere. A new one that does none of those things is one of the things I cannot buy. Thankfully most of the yard is covered by a drip irrigation system and the watering can does a terrific job of stepping in to keep the pot plants happy.
Where’s your favourite ‘daggy place’?
Over on Village Voices today, I’m baking. Come on over and have a piece of banana bread and link up your own grateful. You can post or you can use the #52weeksofgrateful tag in Instagram to join in.