Stationary Swimming

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

It was an amazing sunny day so The Eldest Mini Princess and I went...swimming.

There was method in this madness. I figured that everyone would be outside, so there would be less chance of me wiping out small children with my best Sharron Davies impression*.

My logic worked out; there were very few families. There was, however, the usual group of older people. Standing. Chatting. Not swimming. Not even walking. WTF is that about? Do you get to a certain age and decide that the ideal place to chat is a swimming pool? Or is it because it counts as a swimming by virtue of being in the pool? I might try this new approach to fitness. I will get into my running gear and simply stand in the middle of the gym. Alternatively, I might just sit on my bike in the garden. I might sing to pass the time. It’s good to exercise to music.

We had our first BBQ of the year and it felt like we were on holiday. Murphy was delighted because he got a sausage although the rest of the Normals complained that he wasn’t particularly fragrant for the rest of the evening. There are definitely advantages to losing my sense of smell!

C

*I know. The likeness is uncanny (in a darkened room, wearing a blindfold)