Lapping a women in the pool...

The true English horrendous weather has arrived. I was woken this morning by the sound of the heavy rain lashing against my window. Was this the new apocalypse and should we start to build our Ark soon?

Lunchtime I ventured with my towel and shorts to the swimming pool. It's a small, modest little pool frequented by the more mature members of society, especially at lunchtime when I am there.
There was a competitive element in the air amongst other users. I pushed off the side only to realise I was in some type of unknown race with the 80 year old in the lane next to me. As I swam steadily to the other side I noticed out the corner of my eye the woman in the flowery swimming-hat was gaining pace. What started of as a gentle swim became an olympic competition like Michael Phelps. I lapped her at least three times in the space of ten minutes. Her once smiling face turned into a grimace of shear effort and exhaustion to try and beat me.

Who would have thought Friday lunchtime would be so exiting?

Let the parcel (not) arrive.

This afternoon I went with a great happiness to home, because I was waiting for a parcel from my parents. But unfortunately this parcel did not arrive, this got me thinking... I really wondered why but I figured that out quickly! When I checked on the internet, I found out that my beloved parcel had a delay of two weeks. It seems that customs is overrun at this time of the year. Unbeknown to me there were some Ricola® in the package and this, they classify as medicine!

The price of Swiss candy these days; who would know...!

Ricola has betrayed me!!!