A return to Lake Brockwell for Thursday morning.
Summer’s here.
The water temperature has risen to a balmy 8 degrees. I felt most frostalgic.
We are almost on continental time when it comes to outdoor swimming. The shorter days lead to the lovely lido not opening until 8:20am.
I timed my Brockwell blue entry just as the South London sun was starting to rise from across the other end of the park.
There was another ‘bird or plane’ moment as I tilted my head to the side to gasp some air in the crisp Brockwell morning.
It was both of course, with a plane and a pigeon both circling up above. You don’t get that experience back at Brixton Rec, Comrades.
You also don’t get a lane to yourself.
GLORIOUS.
It all went a little bonkers back in the gents to be honest.
I was poncing around in my pink underpants and my cravat, rather proud of my birthday suit Dandy look.
And then bloody Jonathan managed to out-ponce me by gracefully slipping into his winter kilt.
Le Gai Pensionnaire meanwhile pulled out all of the stops.
I turned around to see him singing Paris Cheri, stark bollock naked.
It was one of those Brockwell mornings…
I cycled back through Brixton, en route for an SW9 school day. Time was a little tight, and so I legged it around as many classes as possible.
I went from Choir practise, to inverse maths operations, and then (exceptionally safe) bunsen burner explosions in the science lab.
I had to do a runner across Lambeth at luncheon. The SE21 school was calling, with the wonderful Winter Concert.
These are always incredibly uplifting occasions in a special needs school. It was pitched just right with each year group performing, and SMILING.
Singing I Can’t Get No Satisfaction with some ACE young folk has been the highlight of my Christmas so far.
I cycled back to the flat for an evening of work shifts in Sunny Stockwell.
A brief FaceTime with Anna followed.
Back *over there* and Dotty [stop it] is now apparently cat flapped trained.
We just need to work on her so she doesn’t continue to pull apart my best suits.
Off to the Fair City in the morning.
Pondering buying a Forest season ticket.
Considering buying a Nottingham flat.
Don’t tell Anna.
#TwoStarsOnTheBadge