A power swim at the lovely lido to start off Tuesday morning.
Lido etiquette meant that I allowed the fella in front to start a new length before I joined him. He looked pacy; best to hang behind.
But he was bloody slow. I overtook him under a third down into my first length.
I settled in for a moderate morning of putting the lengths in.
But wait! What’s this?
The fella in front pushed me as I came to the close of my first length.
Aye, aye fella.
What’s with the speed variation?
This was a pattern that followed for the next twelve lengths. He appeared pretty average, and then put on a power spurt.
It was most unsettling.
He still didn’t take me, mind.
I stretched poolside, showered and then made the short bicycle journey up to a school day in SE21.
I passed one of the school buses as I made my approach.
Girl Y waved frantically at me.
I could lip read Girl Y then saying:
“Take my photo, please.”
This is the pattern of most conversations with Girl Y.
It was my final day of the school year in SE21. Most of it was spent trying to politely avoid Girl Y.
“Take my photo, please.”
I appreciate it that she adds please at the end.
I escaped mid-morning with a primary class out to the nearby Rosendale allotments. It’s been a couple of years since I was last here. I had forgotten how stunning the S Lnd vantage point view is.
A little time was then spent viewing the Year 11 documentary. Most of their English work for the summer term has been to produce a 20 minute film showing a day in the life of the SE21 school.
I made a copy of the file with a view to editing it down for the school website.
And then Tuesday afternoon was all about the Year 11 Leavers’ Fair.
It was ACE.
The decision had been taken to make a slight change on the usual Leavers’ Assembly. These were becoming increasingly emotional for students and staff.
And so a GLORIOUS celebration out in the S Ldn sun instead.
I confess to dancing away most of the afternoon.
It was with a heavy heart that I was summoned back to LS and back to *over there.*
Anna was back doing the S Ldn work / play thing.
I was placed back on bloody kitten watch.
I arrived back to see some tomato canes now dominating the garden.
I had ambitious plans to edit school content whilst watching the t20 on Sky.
But bloody BT has been shafted by Sky with the new sport channels. My main Sky Sports channel was showing a shitty Open golf preview instead.
Thankfully our contract with BT comes to a close in a couple of weeks.
It looks like we are going to have to jump to the Dark Side and do a deal with the dirty digger.
I have no morals or ethics when it comes to securing live cricket on my TV.