Brockwell Blue to kick start Friday morning.
BRING IT ON.
I looked up towards the Transpontine skyline for the first Instagram snap.
The damage down below from bloody Field Day is still to be seen all across the park.
I tired not to get too annoyed as I entered Lake Brockwell for a morning swim.
And won’t you just look at this:
OH MY DAYS.
It was a beautiful, beautiful Brockwell swim. Twenty lengths spent in the company of friends either side of me.
GOLDEN DAYS, etc.
I shared an outdoor shower with Icicle X.
To my surprise Icicle X spotted an earplug on the floor, picked it up and enthused about the merits of recycling earplugs.
OK, Icicle X…
I hung around for as long as I could waiting for the grand arrival of le gai penionnaire.
It was his birthday, and a birthday suit appearance wouldn’t have battered an eyelid around the lido.
But I had to do a runner for a school assembly.
— Peter Bradley (@PeterIntheswim) June 22, 2018
I was rather exited about the school day in SW9. This was my first day wearing the new staff uniform that I have been given.
Taking the morning choice out of what to wear is the way to go.
It was a decent day in SW9.
I heard one of the BEST motivation responses from a staff member to a young dude:
“Life’s what you make it, celebrate it.”
I only clocked at the end of the day where it came from.
Good work, Sir!
Some VERY GOOD news from the SE21 school dropped towards the end of the day.
I cycled back to the flat, listened to the football and dived into a random work shift with the telly client.
And then an evening of editing and publishing school content.