I dragged by aching limbs down to the lovely lido early-ish on Sunday morning.
I was still pretty whacked after running all around town on Saturday.
The swim sorted me out.
Ten lengths of Lake Brockwell was the aim. Twelve was a bonus.
I got papped on the way out of the water.
The bloody showers were luke warm. I reckon that the 15.1 degrees pool temperature was actually warmer.
In Lovely Lido Wisteria News: The lovely lido wisteria is in full bloom.
We're still playing catch up with the estuary wilds wisteria over there.
Actually, that's true on oh so many fronts.
A quick LIDL run and then some mid-morning Brixton Buzz action action.
I was pretty pissed off how those who really should know better attempted to demonise Reclaim Brixton from yesterday.
I bashed out a response for BBuzz and put it out there.
And then out went the shout of:
"To The Oval!"
The first Surrey home match of the season, and whaddya know: it was against bloody Essex.
It seems that the 'rrey play the good ol' Essex boys every bloody week.
What a delight this was though: Sangakkara and KP at the crease, and Monty striding up to bowl.
All of this was taking place five minutes from my front door.
After a bit of a mad week or so, I was hoping that this would be a winding down session, aka on the piss in the Pavilion.
But I was too knackered to take the drinking seriously.
Plus it was bloody cold.
I was wearing a pair of tights underneath my trousers, and fours layers on top.
I only managed three pints.
A touch of slightly drunken gardening took place back in Sunny Stockwell, a bit of housework and then preparing for the week ahead.
Which just happens to involve cricket.
Job's a good 'un.