It’s very busy at the pool tonight as I finally make a return to action, ten days after the half a****. I’m sure when L went for a swim this morning she was cruising up and down an empty lane whereas tonight it’s horrifically busy.
The top four lanes (of six) are all full of quick swimmers and I end up down in lane four. God knows what the dawdlers thought of that, the ones that didn’t bail out for an early shower that is.
L is in the gym pumping iron and I’m warned not to blow kisses to anyone on the dreadmill, which you can see from the pool, as it won't be her. I don’t even get chance to check if there’s anyone worth blowing kisses to as I arrive late and with a Mocha date with L pencilled in for 6:30 I only have chance for 50 quick ones.
(Tuesday 10th June)