I had another good sleep not waking very early. This was the first morning in over a week when I awoke without a thumping headache and mushy brain. Has normality returned?
Well my thoughts turned towards a swim and there didn’t seem to be much point in not trying one out.
So, off into the damp outside I stepped. I cast a quizzical eye at my one surviving front garden fuschia (the third dead one has been replaced by a geranium) which seems to be undergoing a revival, but I won’t hold my breath.
I was heading for Didcot a little later than usual around 08.30. This was not a good time to travel due to a swarm of school children monopolising pavements and crossing places. And those that were not doing that, appeared to be in the cars that were causing hold ups.
The pool was almost empty, surprisingly so. I managed to keep afloat for my 1km including powering through the water with a strong front crawl. That might be a bit of an exaggeration. Or even complete exaggeration.
I knew I needed to keep going… so after a few chores, H and I walked at Pangbourne, which, like the pool, was fairly deserted. Since it was spitting with rain, that probably explains it. But we enjoyed our wander and bench cuddles. H is not a cuddly dog who constantly aims to get on your lap, and be in your face, but recent months have drawn her to bench cuddles. They are good for me, and my mental health, never mind her.
We returned home to a few more chores and I reheated some of my Cretan courgette pie. I think I’ve got that one under accurate control. It tastes really good. A rather long sleep followed. Probably a result of resuming my swimming. Tomorrow might depend upon whether I have a dry costume to wear, which looks a bit unlikely since my swimsuit is wetter than when I hung it outside!
My minor piece of devastating news for the day- my hairdresser, Ashleigh, is leaving the set up. I was introduced to her by Alex some years ago. I swear by her. Luckily she has a good stand-in who did my hair whilst Ashleigh was busy having babies. It’s quite a family business here in Goring and I will miss her.
I might have fallen asleep again. Eventually I made it into bed. But once there, I caught up on End of Summer. Judging by at the references to Stockholm, the strange language is Swedish.
Thought for the Day
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