Not swimming

Every time I’m swimming in my outside pool, mainly on my own, I think I must take a photo of the pool after. I never remember. So here’s a tulip from the garden. It was a smashing swim though.

Otherwise, a fairly brutal day at work. And dinner with my housemates where there was a fair amount of chat, none of which I can remember now.

We can look back on this day as one where I remembered very little.