Just got off the phone from my adopted Grandma. She adopted me as her grandaughter, when she saw my scrawney wrinkled ugly looking head in the hospital nursery. In fact, she took care of me when Mum was hospitalised, and has some very embarrasing stories about me paddling around in the laundry trough as a 4 week-old.

Its quite surprising. Grandma and her family have no genetic relationship with mum or myself, yet there is definatly a family resembelance! Grandma's real grandaughter, Bek, is a swimmer. She's stocky and a little tom-boyish. She cant catch a ball to save her life... and she's a butterflyer. She even looks a little bit like me.

And then, there's Crash. Beks animated 4 year old brother.

Ok, so his real name isn't Crash, but thats what everybody hears whenever he's around. He's the apple of Grandma's eye, and everybody knows he's going to be an absolute handfull when he gets older. But I digress...

So, the two kids are in the bath, playing with bubbles, and Macca's toys...

Aunt Linda, and Grandma are out in the kitchen sipping on coffee. When, from out of the bathroom comes the loudest little cry...

"Ow, Bek! You almost kicked my balls off."

If he isn't a Doyle, I dont know who the hell is.