Ring, ring 7am - isn't that what Uncle Joe once sung about?
Wave b-b-bye bye to the boss etc.
Try ring, ring 6am for a Monday morning work shift.
It wasn't the most busy to be honest.
I buggered off to the lovely lido at 7:30am to purify myself in the waters of Lake Brockwell.
A brief photoshoot with @mutley69, a naked catch up with @oneeyedgrey, and then I put the lengths in.
There was only time for ten on Monday morning. But each stroke was reached with plenty of love for this place.
WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE, etc.
The water temperature refuses to dip below 13 degrees. It still gives you a polite slap around the face when you dive in, and leaves you chilled even after a hot shower.
But it is BLISS.
I made the incredibly short bicycle ride up to SE21 for another school day.
I had absolutely no idea what to expect.
I departed seven hours later with a permanent grin.
A mad dash through Brixton, and then briefly back to Sunny Stockwell.
I had BOOZE to pick up.
To take back over there.
Oh yeah - and DARTS to end Monday, as I downed the Transpontine BOOZE over there.