An early start to clear the decks.
You know what comes next: the LOVELY lido.
Saturday was an absolute breeze; for some reason I had a little trepidation for Sunday morning.
The water temperature had hardly moved - down .1 of degree to 7.7.
But hey - who's counting?
The lido early boys had already done there thing.
There is a definite before and after to the lido routine. You walk in to the gents a little sheepish. Those that have already put in the lengths are sky high.
Fifteen minutes later and you are the one that is insanely GRINNING at the latecomers.
I managed ten lengths for today. I could have pushed it for a couple more, but went on the side of caution.
All of the usual lido regulars dropped in at some stage. It was a very social morning.
I had some school work to finish back at base and so couldn't stick around for long.
I then tackled the South Lambeth Road garden.
Moss has appeared over the Christmas break. Plus the spring bulbs that Anna planted in October have gone BONKERS.
A quick bike clean, a window clean, and then I cycled off to SE1 for the New Bedford Rising exhibition in an arches lock up.
It was absolutely ACE.
I kinda knew what to expect, but the reality was all the more f-off pant wetting.
An added surprise was that Rockman Rock was there, working away on his latest art prank, and happy to talk with folk.
I was slightly star struck, but had a decent conversation with him about the figures and the process of creating the work.
I cycled back down to Brixton, hopeful of catching some basketball.
But I got my bloody timings all wrong.
The Topcats had tipped off at 2pm, and not 4pm when I arrived.
I had some flat housework to do, and then yet more school catching up ahead of the Monday.
Another half decent day.