To Coventry again
Mar. 25th, 2011 10:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylBusy start cleaning and tidying and packing, followed by a relaxing train journey north in the company of Kelley Armstrong's Frostbitten. I caught up with my sister and my nephews, even going so far as to play swingball with them — I was not a success; my racket rarely came within a foot of the ball.
Over supper — vegetable stew booby-trapped with whole chillies — I had a rather nerdy argument with my sister about the baby's age. She claimed that he was exactly six months old but I pointed out that since he was born in early October, he couldn't possibly be exactly six months old because (a) six calendar months hadn't passed since he was born and (b) less than 180 days had passed since he was born. It transpired that she'd taken his age in weeks — 24 — and divided it by four to convert the figure into months to get the wrong answer...
Over supper — vegetable stew booby-trapped with whole chillies — I had a rather nerdy argument with my sister about the baby's age. She claimed that he was exactly six months old but I pointed out that since he was born in early October, he couldn't possibly be exactly six months old because (a) six calendar months hadn't passed since he was born and (b) less than 180 days had passed since he was born. It transpired that she'd taken his age in weeks — 24 — and divided it by four to convert the figure into months to get the wrong answer...
