A unexpected start to the day with a chinwag with the Pop Genius of this Parish. Fine form, etc, him, not me.
It was something of a more painful experience at the pool. The bruising Butterfly Boy was doing his best to empty the short 20m stretch of water.
I managed to receive a hefty clout to my hand a couple of times.
I refused to give up my ground. The alternative would have been to join the roly poly aquatic ladies (who for some very strange reason were all wearing WEIRD matching gloves.)
I edited METROKNOBBERS early evening, and then listened to it from start to finish once it had been cleaned up.
It's the first time that I have actually given it a full listen. I rather liked what I heard.
Monday evening was a mixture of football, tea, chips and pasties.