A weekend of swimming and work shifts.
Anna is away, and so I took the opportunity to top up my income.
But first a swim.
Saturday mornings are always ACE is the pool; Saturday mornings are always empty in the pool.
Just one other fella in the lane next to me.
I entered the water with all the grace of of an aquatic avalanche.
I told myself: don't race. DON'T RACE.
I ended up racing.
Two lengths in and I could live with the other fella; four lengths and I had half a fingertip stretch of a lead.
It's the kind of cruel sport that Anna usually plays upon me. She pushes me for twenty lengths or so, without really reaching her peak.
And then goes for the kill.
I just wanted to swim to be honest, but ended up gaining a length on my pool companion.
The rest of the day was set up with stop / start work shifts and a bit of messing around the garden.
It's bloody damp out there and not looking in the best of conditions.
I did my usual 'gardening' thing - picking up leaves, FORKING the lawn and living the Titchmarsh dream.
Work was tricky.
A new client that hasn't quite bedded down yet.
And then DARTS.