An early morning rendez vous with the Para boys out on the Trail.
They were off on a squadron run out towards Brightlingsea; I was cycling in the opposite direction.
The para running pace was faster than my cycling speed
The changing room conversation with West Ham Wanker was all about manhood. He attempted to spin an unlikely tale of being asked to leave the pool as his good looks were putting the lady swimmers off their stroke.
This improbable account was told to me whilst West Ham Wanker had his hairy arse a little too close to my face.
I managed to change the subject ASAP, and got him on to football. I broke the news to him that I’m a lifelong (ish) Forest fan, and not a Happy Hammer, as he has misunderstood for the past five years.
His response was a slap of his hairy arse.
I didn’t quite understand.
My swim was functional. It’s pretty amazing how slower I am indoors than out.
Maybe it is the motivation of lovely lido swimming that speeds me up? Or perhaps just the necessity to keep on bloody moving?
Neil was waiting for me back at base. He has fixed my knob problem, patching up the oven knob with some glue. Painting the windows for the remainder of the day seemed like an easier task for Neil.
In Pussy Tunnel News: the cat don’t like it.
She took one look at my Lidl wonder, and headed back to her cardboard box.
Bless.
Work was very much of the stop / start variety.
Heather came round mid-afternoon for a chat about Colne Radio. Hush, hush etc, but BIG plans coming up. I fear that I may need to do my best Bob Geldof impression.
A little more work, and then I disappeared to the garden until the sunlight closed in on the estuary wilds. My butt was over-flowing.
I caught up with some French lessons early evening. I found it so easy for the first few weeks of learning. I am now at the refresh stage, repeating units that are appearing a little challenging.
Tuesday evening spent switching the SE21 school site over to the brave new modern interweb world, with half an eye on the DULL Man City game.
I tried one final attempt with the pussy tunnel late in the day.
Goodnight.