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I keep getting sidetracked with one thing or another and with the developing news stories at the moment giving the lie to the summer being a quiet news season that is proving harder to stay focused than normal. I hoped to use this blog to chart Bethany's development amongst other things and, naturally enough, I found myself commenting on other things which is why I tried setting up other blogs to demarcate various topics but time constraints meant that it was unfeasible to continue like this and I no longer blog solely on here as often as I used to with overtime and Twitter bleeding into the quotidian household stuff.

   The upshot of this is that after noting something that I deem worth mention on here it may be a few days before I get around to posting anything by which time I have forgotten what it was I intended to write. Shifts ensure that I don't set aside a specific time in the evening when I type up the days occurrences and such a system is not always practical as e.g. Bethany may need something, I don't make notes of anything as it does not seem that important and to be honest I may have forgotten the incident by the evening anyway.

   In the back of my mind I know there was something that Bethany did that I thought deserved mention but all I can recall was of her playing outside last night with us and Helen who came round for tea. She was particularly pleased with herself whenever she kicked a ball off the decking and came to me for a high five. This was something I had jokingly shown her the week before but had not repeated it since so was quite surprised that she had remembered it. Her memory is certainly better than mine appears to be as she demonstrated on a couple of occasions earlier in the day. At my parents she was running around one of my dad's many sheds when she patted a tree stump as she circled which my dad informed had been the game she played a few weeks ago. She also outsmarted my mam who double backed to catch her coming round but Bethany had done the same and surprised my mother by coming up behind her.

   She also went to their midi hifi and opened it up remembering where the eject button was. After rejecting a number of CDs to play she picked the one that had been in there in the first place (without knowing what it was) and went to press the play button demonstrating a greater knowledge of the CD player than my father who was less sure as to the button's location.

   As is the way of things I will no doubt remember whatever incident I intended to report in a couple of hours, but Bethany will be back from nursery, I'll be trying to get ready for work and events in Libya will most likely be coming to a conclusion making anything else redundant as the news again interferes.