Friday frost down by the waters of Lake Brockwell.
This was the first proper winter swim of the season for me.
The pool temperature remained at a remarkable ten degrees. It felt warmer in the water than outside half-naked in the air.
I wimped after eight lengths. My body said more, but I listened to my mind.
This was always my downfall as young buck about town.
Blimey.
Icicle changing room conversation centred around Alexa.
Alexa: restore my manhood, please.
I’m sorry. I don’t know about that.
Neither do I, luv.
I cycled on the Mini Moulton through the backstreets of Camberwell and on to a full on school day in SE17.
Children in Need means wears your PJ’s to work.
Thank the chuffers that I wasn’t told about this.
I did a fair amount of audio and video work. I’m convinced that one of the lovely teachers keeps on pairing me up with Boy Y, just to test me, like.
I stopped off at Bob’s - he of Bob’s Bikes - on the bicycle ride back to Sunny Stockwell.
He seems more excited than I am for getting his hands on the Moulton Deluxe in the morning.
I had a run of work shifts from the flat for most of Friday evening.
Plus some FaceTime with Anna.
My manhood is restored.