Four hours sleep on Sunday evening.
Actually, it was Monday morning.
I was pretty much tucked up in bed by 10:30am the night before. Those partying Portos down South Lambeth Road had other ideas, however.
Fair play, to the fellas.
I was half tempted to stroll down to the cafe and join in. But it really wasn’t my party.
The constant HONKING of car horns was amusing at first. It started to grate a little after midnight to be honest.
I had a school assembly to be in by 9am over at SE21. I needed waking up.
If only there was an Olympic size outdoor cold water pool between Sunny Stockwell and SE21 on my cycle in to school.
OH HAI Lovely Lido.
The waters of Lake Brockwell were made for situations such as Monday morning.
One length in and I was fresh to the world.
Amazingly I had a lane to myself. I’m not quite sure how that happened, and so I made the most of my space.
The waters were choppy and fast. They set me up for a day of running my arse around a South London school.
This was my final time in SE21 ahead of the summer break. Sadly I can’t make Leaver’s Assembly on Tuesday afternoon.
I said a few personal farewells to some young folk who I have had the pleasure of knowing for seven years now.
That’s almost half of their life.
I felt a little emotional, and was rather poor at hiding it.
The rest of the work day was manic.
I came out with 200+ snaps and 2,400 words.
My self-editing skills are crap.
I cycled back to Sunny Stockwell, with bruising skies looking like they wouldn’t hold.
I had to be back *over there* and over in LS in half an hour.
Bollocks to the Brompton getting wet.
And so I tubed it instead.
And then the train journey back to *over there.*
I edited some photos and video content. Prefab Sprout kept me company on a slightly delayed journey.
A quick cup of tea at the other end of the line, and then I had another Colne Radio pre-arranged photoshoot.
Are we done yet?
Monday evening was spent catching up with Anna, catching up with the mad cat and catching up with Le Tour.
Chapeau!