A water temperature of 17.1 degrees at Lake Brockwell meant that I ditched the rubber hat(s) for the first time this season.
I didn’t even drop down from two hats to one.
It was straight in to the tepid water with nothing to protect my balding head.
That feels nice.
The lovely lido was choppy waters around 8am.
We have officially entered the summer season with the seasonal swimmers returning to the lido.
And whaddya know – the bloody indoor showers weren’t working.
I wanted a proper gentleman’s wash. I was strongly advised not to attempt this poolside with the outdoor showers.
I cleaned up as best as I could, and then cycled back through Brixton for a school day in Sunny Stockwell.
It was the first day of the new term in SW9.
Phew. What a SCORCHER, etc.
Boy, that was bloody hot.
I took it fairly easy, but still managed to get around all the year groups.
I was flaked at chucking out time.
Friday evening was spent back in the flat on a ROCK ‘N’ ROLL run of work shifts from 5pm all the way through to 11pm.
Pay to play.
That’s what I keep on saying.