Leaves in the lovely lido early on Friday morning.
I had a lane to myself in the waters of Lake Brockwell.
The only interruption was to dislodge the odd rogue leaf from my goggles.
This is what winter swimming is all about.
Brilliant!
You wouldn’t be co-existing in state of natural equilibrium with Mother Nature back indoors at Brixton Rec.
Bloody hippie, Jase.
The water temperature was once again teasing the Brockwell Icicles. Ten degrees is neither here nor there; you are almost longing for the first heavy frost of the winter to take control.
I managed eight lengths without the wetsuit - two less than I had planned. Poor timing on my behalf meant that I was on a tight turnaround ahead of a school day in SE17.
I cycled on back through Brixton, Camberwell and then Walworth.
I rolled up at the school gates looking like the Dandy of Walworth in my cravat and crombie.
It was Wear Your PJ’s to School day.
Whoops.
Nobody told me.
And thank the chuffers for that.
The Christmas decorations have started to appear around the building. You may cringe at this in any other walk of life, but sharing the innocence of Christmas with primary school kids is one of the many delights of the job.
I managed to invite myself along to an SE17 art gallery with the Year 1 pupils in the afternoon. Somehow the sight of 30 kids and a class teacher all wearing PJ’s as they walked around the Aylesbury seemed quite normal.
The gallery was great fun. Messy, hands on and see where it takes you. I snapped away to try and capture the moment.
Back at school and I took part in a Year 6 modern interweb mannequin meme.
I think?
The students were keen to do the latest online thing. I walked around and filmed the statuesque appearances.
I tried to make Boy Y blink by sticking my tongue out at him.
He saw straight through.
No change there, etc.
I did a bit of googling afterwards for the meme soundtrack to use. It’s NSFW, and most definitely Not Safe for Schools, either. I’ll water it down with some hip hop lite.
I had to do a runner at chucking out time and cycle over to Liverpool Street and back to *over there.*
The ludicrously named Elephant Park is fast emerging from where the Heygate once stood.
The train journey was smooth, unlike Anna’s five hour effort last night.
I checked some feeds. My ifttt tumblr triggers are f-ed.
No idea.
And then back at the other end of the line was Anna, a couple of kittens and TOTP.
I’m rather enjoying the weekly BBC4 catch ups. We’re currently in the height of summer 1982. I remember every song, and almost every TOTP appearance.
This particular period brought back memories of a family holiday during 1982 when the summer really did seem to last forever.
I’m not exactly proud of the thing that I had for Modern Romance back in the day.
Anna cooked some Mexican meal. We both agreed that the Daniel Ruiz Tizon as the podcast soundtrack was more successful.
A bit of booze, the Brighton Vs Villa match and then bed.