A rainy day

We have the heater on already as I've been on the veranda reading the morning paper and now must defrost. There was a little bit of sunshine but it didn't last long.
I went to aquaerobics this morning at the leisure centre, both the friends I normally do it with didnt go but I chatted with the knitting lady, we talked about schools because there was a sports carnival outside on the tract, poor kids I said running in the rain, she said they dont feel it. I said I once fell in the creek at lunchtime in full winter uniform and sat through class all afternoon soaking wet. We talked about our primary school and did I know so and so, her son (who was in my class) had been her daughters partner for a while and was the father of one of her grandchildren. He had died from a brain haemorrhage. In this town we always say small world. I asked the splashy lady where she worked as she mentioned it was her day off she said the shop one of my daughters works in and she knows her well. You always find a connection in this town so you have to be careful what you say!
I was thinking about QI  [BBC program with Stephan Fry] he was asking the panellists how old they were, they said their age but he said all our cells change over at different rate so by about 5 years we are completely different. Its an interesting thought, also much of our "self" is not ourself at all its micro organisms. Also we have two brains the top one and a more rudimentary one in the gut. He didn't explain exactly what was meant by a brain, I guess a bunch of nerves controlling function.
I tell myself that when I have sore bits that they can get better. You think when you are older the sore bits are permanent but really the way the young mothers and my children complained when they were young, its just human to have soreness, not just being older.
I am reading the biography of David Hockney who made us all see swimming pools in a new light I just love his art. It is very interesting as he was born in Yorkshire like my husband and lived in the world I just read about, the swinging 60's.
We are having tea now (celestial seasonings tension tamer) and a piece of cake said like Worzel Gummidge).  Then I will do some more knitting. I finished the big cardigan for daughter just the icky job of sewing up 1/2 way through some socks and have started a jumper for me.