What a competative person?

Competition is not dead in our house.
Not content at getting his blog on line before i got mine.......i may add by minutes! He can type faster than me. Mr H avidly clicks into his stat counter, he even sends me e-mail reports of how well his blog is going.........Look at my face am i bothered?
This morning he brought his lap top back to bed, so he could cooch up and show me his stats!

It used to be little babies and kiddies coming between us, and in the depth of winter "dozy daisy" the cat.....the lap top is getting close to the last straw!

I've brought you coffee said no.1 daughter, sorted the towels and bathers out.....then i remembered we'd promised to go swimming.

Off to the local pool and some serious swimming. Not for us the larking around in the pool.
A steady breast stroke and i was off. 4 lengths to his 2.

It's not fair he grumbled Zills is putting me off, she's making me laugh.
Excuses, excuses.
Zills was helping him, encouraging him even, in a special voice reserved for encouraging little ones. "Come on daddy, nearly there, you can do it, aim for the light.....no, not that one the furthest one away.....come on daddy, you're doing really well"
As soon as it looked as if he was getting into his stride she'd put on the power and leave him for dead!

The power of sir Bruce.

It's bad enough i can swim further than him......at the moment. I'm sure that will change.
For goodness sake build his self esteem and DON'T READ MY BLOG