Wet swim

It rained really hard so me and Fiona went swimming. Best time to go really. Home for lunch and a cup of tea (or two) with Malcolm who has come round with a dose of sympathy for F's bad back. F managed to hobble to the station to see B into the train back to Salford and the rest of the day has been spent holiday planning with the Local Lovelies for H's birthday and hanging out with S. Not a bad end to the weekend before the week begins.