I drive into work and then to the pool afterwards. It’s swim night.
L laments ‘these bloody Christmas challenges that are coming thick and fast’. The leisure centre now has the 12 gyms, the 12 swims and the 12 fitness classes of Christmas. L has also invented her own 12 runs of Christmas and I’ve mentioned the 12 bikes of Christmas to her... but that’s possibly a non-starter.
Personally, I’ve already got the 12 pints of Christmas done and dusted. I could stop now but would L stop her swimming after just 12? I think not! As for 12 rounds of Christmas nookie... well in hand.
(Tuesday 10th December)