Thirty lengths was planned on Tuesday so that I could be back at base in time for the first work shift of the day.
In the end I clocked up 40. I wanted to keep on going.
It was a messy stop / start day of work. I've got some new clients with plenty of policy detail.
I had an hour to escape to the garden late afternoon.
It's a bloody mess.
It's the same this around every year just ahead of spring.
My lovely lawn is a swamp; the foliage is either brown or green - dead or alive, etc.
I've learnt not to worry though.
Somehow the magic of the estuary wilds sun will turn all of this around in a coupe of months.
And then the raspberry run will begin.
The rest of Tuesday was spent watching the close of the ODI, and then half an eye on the Liverpool / West Ham match.