Lunchtime this afternoon, too hot to carry on working in the
Inside my head at the swimming pool
garden, what better than cycling down to the swimming pool to kill some time
while Him Indoors is watching the Grand Prix? It was a great opportunity to clear my head;
really it was once I managed to focus on not thinking at all despite a less
than promising start as there seemed too be even more trivial thoughts than
usual cluttering my brain today. Here’s how it went.
Should I move the sorrel?
Oh, is this chap really wearing pants instead of swimming
trunks, euh, he is, that is more movement tan I want to see, euh, go away
horrible man!!!!! (I know it’s like all gory scenes, you know you shouldn’t
look but you can’t help it and then you regret it).
Which vegetable bed should I work on first.
Has all danger of frost gone? Should I use the cloches?
His The Boy going to be ok at holiday club all week ? Will
he be ok with packed lunches? Will I be ok with preparing the packed lunches?
Oh no, loose pants guy is back, concentrate girl, breathe,
look down at the lovely blue tiles at the bottom of the pool, go on, no
peeking, dammit I have lost count was it 8 or 10? Doesn’t matter we’ll call it
8 lengths.
The energy I have found again since the sun has been
shinning brighter, is there a way I can make it last through the winter this
year?
Qui suis-je? Que
fais-je? Dans quelle étagère moment.
classes and the state of the world.
Get a grip girl you are not here to think but to clear your
head.
OK let’s start again.
Arghh, I am going to drown this guy, how did he get in front
of me and who told him he should do breast stroke and give me a ‘great’ view every
time he does “froggy legs”, that’s it I’ll do the next one backstroke then I’ll
switch to the lane that’s just cleared.
Ok so no banana arms, knees closer together girl, come on
almost brush your ears with the arm, this is no good, too much thinking.
Let’s switch to the lane, ah well somebody else had the same
idea, let’s go, keep swimming.
12, 14, mind goes blank, movements and breathing automatic,
eyes on the pattern cast by the sun coming in from the open window on the blue
tiles, empty head except for the counting, 16, 18, 20 heck the clock, stop
counting keep swimming.
Empty headed bliss
5 more minutes
I don’t believe it, the other woman has left the lane and Mr
loose pants has joined MY lane, and he has decided to do something even more
annoying this time, he speeds down, swimming parallel to me and overtaking and
kicking me on the way only to wait knackered at the other end of the pool and
letting me swim 2 more length before rushing down and overtaking again, what an
ijjit. Time to swap lanes again.
5 more minutes.
Time to get changed and cycle home.
Loose pants guy is cycling too, and he is a double ijjit, he is wearing
headphones, with a bit of luck he won't be at the pool the next time I
go there, what with the local traffic and his cutting out one of his
senses to make cycling more interesting...
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