Long sleeve lycra and full on cycling gloves for the ride to the pool this morning.

The air was musty, much like my swimming towel.

Surprisingly the pool was completely empty - and absolutely silent as well with none of the nonsense poolside music being played.

And then forty lengths in, and the poolside PA blasted out bloody Aha at maximum volume.

I suspect that the staff were trying to clear the pool completely.

It worked.

The conversation in the gents was about yoga.

I made my excuses and left.

And then an average working day, broken up by the Corbyn speech.

I still remain far from convinced, but the party is in much better place than it was six months ago.

Tuesday evening was spent on FaceTime with Anna.

I don't think she noticed that I spent more time watching the Arsenal match.


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By Jason A.Cobb, Tuesday, September 29, 2015 at 3:56 PM. So, it has come to this.