A lovely lido swim to start off Friday morning.
It was a brilliant, brilliant, Brockwell Blue day.
THE BEST.
The changing room chat was talk of a temperature drop - down to 11 degrees.
Scorchio!
I really see no need for the arrival of the poolside sauna when we are about to enter the merry month of May.
I was slightly behind with my timings, and so wasn’t able to push myself. Ten lengths did the job.
I lingered around in the deep end for a couple of minutes after I had touched down. These are the best Brockwell moments.
You are sky high after the cold water swim, chuckling away internally about what you have just done.
I didn’t want to leave the waters of Lake Brockwell.
I looked a right prat ponceing around in the gents wearing just my underpants and my cravat.
And then out came the make up brush.
The Icicles are a good natured lot.
I cycled back through Brixton, along Loughborough Junction and Camberwell, and then a school day in SE17.
The rotating of the days with my SW9 school is working out well. I was too pushed for time previously in SE17, not arriving until morning play after the train journey in from over there.
I had the luxury of time today to stay a little longer in most classes and really get involved with some of the learning.
Year 1 PE was a good start. Year 5 food tech was all about baking a cake. Year 6 samba band practise signalled the start of the weekend.
I even stayed around a little after chucking out time, and took part in a bit of after school Zumba with Year 2.
Year 2 Zumba. Oh Lordy.
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I have absolutely no rhythm 🙁
A brief dash back to Sunny Stockwell, a lovely lavender garden admiring session, and then I crossed the river and headed up to Islington.
Oh Lordy.
I have absolutely no idea why, but the London HATING Diesel Park West were booked in to play a North London boozer.
These capital outings for L******er’s finest are becoming rarer. Long gone are the days when we organised a tired and emotional trip out to the old Marquee Club.
I change my mind most weeks about who is my favourite band. DPW are usually pushing for the glory.
Friday night was fun.
I got to ride The Angel escalator for the first tome in ages. Always a pleasure.
And then the boys from DPW did the business.
The stars seemed to collide in the City of Death: L*******er’s finest on the Friday, and then hopefully [gosh] a Premier League title on the Sunday.
Football. Bloody hell, etc.
I did the usual setlist snatch at the end. It was actually a bit of a battle with another DPW obsessive.
While the world cries Decency.
YEAH.