Smashing pilates and The Jackster

I found some unpublished posts which confirmed my feeling that I'm probably not interesting enough for a blog, but decided on a whim to delete them. The only interesting part of those now-lost-forever blog postings was that I had obviously asked Dale what he wanted to be referred to as in the blog and he had obviously said Cyril. This confused me for a short time while I wondered who Cyril was, and whether I had some kind of memory loss, insanity or both. My Dad and I have been going to pilates. The pilates lady (freakishly flexible) refers to us as Hannah and Hannah's Dad, which probably annoys Pops but seems quite amusing to me. It's a whole new world - I was quite surprised to find a proper mix of ages and genders and no spiritual hippy types, but some of the old people are amazingly bendy and make me feel ashamed. Especially when pilates lady came over and physically pushed my leg into some totally impossible position. It felt like my hamstring was actually on fire. Anyway if you haven't ever tried it I would highly recommend it, I feel pretty good afterwards and more jolly than usual. That might be because of the stretching, but it might also be because I like being around old people. Which brings me on to my Grandma, pretty much my favourite person of all time, except Dale (Cyril). People find our relationship a bit odd, because she doesn't act old and I don't always act young, which means in another life we could quite feasibly have been best friends and that would have been great. But I'm pretty happy with having her as a grandma too, and that's mainly what this blog will be about. So that one day, I can look back and remember the mundane, everyday things that we did, discussed and laughed about - because those are the best things, but also the things that fade away, however hard you try to preserve them, once somebody is gone. And so, as a reminder to myself for when that day comes, don't cut the bottom off of knitted dresses if you want them taking up. Or as The Jackster put it, "Never use my scissors unsupervised Hannah, ever."