Red Nose Day at the Lovely Lido.
"I don't like to talk about my charity commitments" ...as I told @oneeyegrey at poolside shortly before 8am.
Truth be told and I think that we were both being tight arses.
Plus I didn't fancy a swim wearing a red nose.
The lido is all about routine. I like to arrive at the same time, put in roughly the same number of lengths, and then collect my thoughts for the day ahead as I get changed in solace.
It usually ends up with rutting stags in the gents flicking towels at each other.
And so ten lengths in a tepid 10 degrees pool.
It was lovely.
I ditched the rubber gloves and socks. Soon I will be down to one swimming hat and not the slightly over-cautious current pairing.
I had a short ride back through Brixton, and then on for towards Sunny Stockwell and a working day in SW9.
Many highlights. It all kinda passed me by.
From memory there was a Red Nose assembly, a deep Y11 discussion all about the death penalty, some Y8 literacy, a bit of baseball back in Y11, literacy once again with Y7 and then baking a chocolate cake with Y9.
As ever, I came out smiling.
Boy Y was brilliant. We spoke about a new class reading book. He explained about the setting, the plot, the style of writing.
I asked him who his favourite character is.
We weren't reading Spiderman.
The commute back to over there went a little wrong.
Somehow I managed to board a Braintree train.
A bit of smart thinking and I was soon back on course.
Friday evening was filled with cricket catch ups with Anna, and weirdly watching bloody Labour Door Step videos.
We're hopeful of a big ride out tomorrow morning.