Swimming 14 (Wrinkled Prune)

After dinner in the Sushi Bus and a quick half with Edna we went swimming. When we got to the pool it was like Piccadilly Circus compared to what I’m used too.

There was a girl in the spa, who got out about five minutes after we had arrived and promptly started doing lengths of crawl (show off). The pool is just wide enough to have two people passing, so Edna and I were relegated (with our lady-like breaststroke) to chatting and over analyzing her upcoming rendezvous. We came to the conclusion that he is going to be a fat ginger bloke with a Del-boy car and a camel coat, and he’s going to bring his kids along. In the past all of our musings have been far away from the truth, so we’re hoping to have got it right again this time.

We moved to the spa and relaxed like decedent tarts until we were joined by my new neighbour D. He’s in the Navy and has just got back from four years overseas and seems to have a passion for curtains, cocktails and cats.

We finally got to do our lengths. I ended up doing 20 lengths after an hour in the water, but quite frankly after all that, my heart just wasn’t in it.

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