I know how to swim. I love swimming in the sea. But I am not a confident swimmer and the ocean frightens me a little!
I blame the movie ‘Jaws’ which I saw as an impressionable thirteen-year-old! As soon as I get out of my depth in the ocean all I can hear is – da-da; da-da; da-da, da-da, da-da!

Every second Friday I help out at a Music and Movement program for 0- 5 years olds. Some Fridays I channel my primary school teaching days and present the program -  dancing and singing and generally leaping about the place with enough enthusiasm for it to well and truly count as my exercise for the day!

Friends of mine have a son who decided he was going to join the army with his best mate when he grows up.  At first it seemed to be the standard sort of fascination that you see in kids - I’m going to be a fireman, a doctor; I’m going to rescue sick animals and be a vet; I’m going to be whatever the hero of the moment is!
But a year on the boy wasn’t showing any sign of losing interest.
My friends knew that because their son is deaf he would never be able to enlist or serve in the army and it started to feel very uncomfortable joining in conversations with the boy about what he might do one day knowing very well that this particular dream would always remain just that – a dream.