That's more like it...

... a British summer as it should be, persisting down as my dear old dad used to day! Could someone turn the temperature down though, we're not quite there yet...

I am a bit mutton jeff this week - I'd booked swimming lessons on Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings of this week (improvers, you understand, not beginners!) and came out of Monday's session with a bit of a waterlogged right ear. It's my phone ear too, most inconvenient. So, spent most of yesterday saying "Pardon?" to a lot of people...

Not so bad today, but I can still hear myself breathing and eating, and when I talk I sound to myself like I'm down a long tunnel. I'm trying not to talk.

I am closer to re-learning front crawl though :-)

Today I've just been regular swimming, though I did grab a float and try a few lengths of pretend front crawl (arm over, roll to the side, breathe in, back in the water, breathe out bubbles and hold the float - and repeat on the other side). Flip I was knackered at the end of six lengths. Back to breaststroke!

At work I am trying to figure out (by the end of the month) a way of fitting six rooms' worth of furniture into five rooms, and have just been told it may be four. Or maybe not. And breathe.

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