No swimming hat for the new week down at the lovely lido.
I kinda missed the 15 degrees tipping point. This is the point in the season when I say farewell to having a head full of rubber.
A water temperature of a balmy 17.6 degrees meant that my bonce braved the waters of Lake Brockwell.
It was LOVELY.
I have since realised that swimming hat etiquette is associated with hair hygiene.
I have little hair, and so Ya Boo Sucks to you all, fellow swimmers.
My target for Monday morning was twelve lengths. I was a little ahead of schedule, and so pushed on for two more.
I had the pleasure of a diving Guy swimming underwater beneath me for almost an entire length.
A brief shower, and yep - a brief hair wash.
And then I cycled up the hill for a school day in SE21.
I use to dread the enormity of the school and the workload required. There are classes from Reception through to Year 13. I am expected to attend each one.
GULP.
I now love the challenge, and love the school.
Any school day that starts off with a MJ Black or White singing assembly has to be half decent.
We walked through the lyrics and the corresponding makaton signs. I have never realised before what a very odd song it is.
I had a slight tech panic mid-morning with my f717 failing on me once again. I have learnt from past mistakes and had a back up in place.
Boy Y was wearing the exact same fake Fred Perry as me.
He asked if we could pose together for a selfie.
*awks*, etc.
I came out at the other end with 18 classes being visited and 2,000+ plus words.
Now the challenge begins of turning all the content around.
This school work is a treadmill experience, I tell you.
But a very enjoyable one.
And then sadly I had to cycle back over the river and towards LS for the trip to back *over there.*
Oh dear.
I was stopped by a fella at Kennington wanting to know of somewhere cheap to stay for the night.
I suggested the YMCA in Stockwell.
I actually gave a Pavlovian response of:
“There’s a place you can go…”
oh.
Waiting for me back at the other end of the line was Daisy and Dotty, plus a last minute work shift that I picked up.
I wanted a bit of extra cash to put on the rather generous odds for the arse of a local politician who may just get elected.
Best cover your bases, Jase.
#RHSChelsea took up most of the evening.
It’s that time of the year when I break down in floods of tears at the sight of all the flowers.
#rhschelsea2017 *gushing*
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) May 22, 2017
I caught up with the Giro d’Italia that I have missed over the past few days, and then a little FaceTime with Anna back in Sunny Stockwell.
It’s an odd life, Comrades.