Am I getting old?

I suspect I am getting old because (apart from glancing casually at the calendar and noticing I am turning 40 this year) I have become obsessed with the weather, or, more specifically, the unpredictability of it. Last week it was so hot, we had sleepless nights, a full day at Balmoral spent mainly swimming and playing in the water and walking on dragon island in search of a view and a breeze,
and Scarlett took the hose to Rob one afternoon in order to cool him off.

Then this week it has stormed and rained and poured 'til old men across the land have snored themselves into hibernation. Yesterday, while Scarlett was watching Play School, I left Flo playing with some toys and took the chance to check my emails. All went quiet and I suddenly wondered what Flo was up to. A quick search of the house and I found Florence had worked out how to open the flyscreen and had crawled outside onto the deck where she was sitting most contendedly in absolute torrential rain. She was soaked through and very, very happy. Although my first instinct was to grab the video camera, I saw sense and picked her up and brought her inside before recording the event.


Here, finally, is a clip of Scarlett and Florence jamming with xylophone and tambourine. Hippies.