what a day! arrived tired and sore at the pool this morning - the physio said that she'd do some soft tissue massage and then some seaweeding. I'll leave that to everyone's imagination, I think.

got the 5.30 back home - this is another regular - a very suave, Sobranie smoking individual in a pale grey linen suit with braces. I watched as he stood outside the bus, with his cigarette, holding an entire conversation with himself - nodding or grimacing in all the appropriate places.

this is not good. all this elegance. I'm beginning to feel decidedly scruffy in my £12.50 M&S cords and long sleeved T. I think I'll have to bring something sartorial back into commission for the bus journeys, perhaps just my little black cocktail dress, along with my pink, sateen tassled slippers, teamed up with some understated accessories for now - after all, I don't want to push the boat right out - just yet.

*edit* seaweeding - floating about on top of the water - being gently swished about from time to time. I found it extraordinarily relaxing, but didn't ever imagine how stiff I'd be when I stopped - not sure if I was seaweeding or being seaweeded - will try and find out in a week or so.