Flipper Boy was back in the pool on Sunday morning.
He was flipping away with his flippers, swimming bloody breaststroke as well.
What's the point?
I lapped him more than once as we put the lengths in. Anna then did the same to me.
The rest of the morning was a mad dash to get the gardening done before the estuary rain descended. We just about made it.
I tried to avoid all the Corbyn fall out for the rest of the day. I watched a little bit of the ODI, then Sunderland Vs Spuz, in-between catching up with all the Corbyn speculation.
Strange days, Comrades.
The rain then came, and so did the bloody housework.
I put on the headphones and had a bit of a Bragg afternoon as I polished and dusted.
It's been a while - both for the housework and Billy Bragg.
That should do for another year.
And then ODI and Tour highlights, and This is England.
ACE, as ever.