A full on SE17 school day for Thursday.
This was my first time back on the Aylesbury since the Easter break. I was a little lost, a little out of routine.
I pressed on with the mantra and mindset to see what comes my way. I found myself caught up in an Easter bonnet parade, dancing to Yellow Submarine and learning some instructional text on ‘how to eat in a posh restaurant.’
As ever, how was your working day, Comrades?
I had a few more tech problems with my camera. Having forked out for a HUGE memory card, I couldn’t find it…
I found a replacement in my kit bag. Later in the day I found the HUGE memory card. Sitting in my kit bag…
Writing came hard.
I couldn’t read my notepad scribble at first. And then when I could, I lost the flow of words.
The school day came to a close with a beautiful school choir rendition of True Colours.
And then my new Nike Airs were trodden upon.
I didn’t make a fuss.
I cycled on through Camberwell and Brixton, all bound for a double dip in the waters of Lake Brockwell.
I had the pool to myself for the first five minutes of the afternoon opening session.
Foolishly my two swimming hats were back in the flat.
I did consider head above water breast stroke in the 14 degrees of the lovely lido.
But bugger to that.
I pressed on with the usual freestyle, head under water et al.
The first length bloody hurt. I then found my rhythm, and the sudden rush of blood to the head.
The water was pure Brockwell blue. I could see from one end of the pool down to the other. It made the crappy indoor Essex pool look like… a crappy indoor Essex pool.
I arsed around in the spa for half an hour or so, going through my silly stretching routine.
A brief Lidl run back in Sunny Stockwell, and then an evening of editing school content.
TOTP on BBC4 was dire.
I FaceTimed Anna back in the Estuary Wilds instead.
It’s a return to Brockwell early in the morning.