Ring, ring 7am - isn't that what Uncle Joe once sung about?

Wave b-b-bye bye to the boss etc.

Um, nope.

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 dear.

Chin chin.

Oh yeah - and DARTS to end Monday, as I downed the Transpontine BOOZE over there.


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By Jason A.Cobb, Monday, November 9, 2015 at 4:25 PM. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.