Spinning

20 March 2006 I don't know about you, but when I was two and a half, I was probably eating mud and testing the elasticity of my nasal cavities through experiments involving fingers, pressure, whatever odds and ends I was tall enough to lay my hands on, and the inevitable tears.* Or actually maybe I was flouncing around announcing to all and sundry that I was "my daddy's champion sperm". (Don't ask). Whichever the case, I was certainly not listening to an iPod nor using the click wheel to override my mother's choice of music.

*I tell a lie. My memory is in fact of Aunty Val. Age 11.