The sea from opposite the Pool in Littlehampton
That means that it was
another swim morning of course, and I should start by making a correction from
my page of two days ago, because I actually asked Hugh of the amazing shock of
white curly hair, exactly how old he was since I had said that he was well into
his eighties on Wednesday. I was way off it seems, since he told me that he
will be ninety one in January; 91 and still flirting, what an achievement, it
makes me feel like just a slip of a girl at 77.
After this little chat with Hugh I joined my friend Bekka for the swim
session that is tailored to her needs and not mine really since Steve has been
trying to tempt her to take swim training just a bit more seriously but I think
it probably comes below the halfway line on her list of ‘Things I must do’, so
he is trying to be gentle. I think the point to make here, is that she has actually
got a life outside of the pool. It’s a wonder she came at all this morning,
because after I told her that Steve had had to wake me in the night because I
was screaming fit to wake the neighbours, after I had turned something I had
read in my book, before turning off the light, into something that was
happening to me, that she told me that she had a dream, where her husband had
dyed his hair and since she is in fact a widow, that must have been a little
disarming but I would think she would be happy to see him no matter what colour
he had changed his hair to. It’s always nice to think of a loved one no matter
how long ago it is since they were last with you in the flesh even if the
thoughts do get mixed up in dreams.
When Steve and I left the
pool, there was a seriously ominous cloud formation a mile or two out to sea
that looked threatening and Kevin, another regular of the swim mob said “If
you’re going for a run I would go the other way Daf”.
Steve has not quite shaken
off the bug he has had for nearly three weeks now and he was planning to join
me this morning for his first run since he went down with this attack on his
health. On our way to Arundel to start the 5km run he told me that he had
checked up in his records for me over this course, he said that the good run I
had last week was in fact the fastest that the loop had been run in this post
race season. Our run was a couple of minutes slower than my seasons best last
week but poor old Steve was not too bad, and at least able to do the run
without any ill effects after being quite poorly for so long. It was a lovely
day and there are still some glowing autumn leaves about, though it was a lot
muddier this morning.
I make this next statement
with fingers and eyes firmly crossed; I am very surprised that I have not come
down with it, because I am the one in our family that nasty little bugs make a
bee line for. There is not much you can do to ward off these things once in the
house but I have been careful to sterilise the cutlery and cups Steve has used
and I have been dropping Olbas oil on a wad of tissues and inhaling them every
now and then because so far, all I have is a bit of congestion.
Yesterday I went for my
yearly Asthma check with the nurse at our practise, after getting a letter
saying that it was well overdue. However all tests were pretty much the same as
before including peak flow. The nurse, Lizzie, who I have seen on other
occasions gave me a sideways look when she asked, “Are you still keeping as
active as you have been with all you sport?” and I responded with “Is the Pope
a Catholic?” which she ignored.
After finishing a bit of
office work for Steve, the rest of the day for me involves having my hair done
by my good friend Helen from directly over the road. Only a slight trim since I
am still growing it, and more colour which is a constant battle because the
pool water shreds the colour at the speed of the out going tide. Still its
accidentally good planning, since we are off out to the theatre again tonight,
this time to see ‘Stepping Out’ and poor old Anthony (from swimming) picking us
up right at home right after my hair is done. We will go for a pre theatre
dinner at No.1 Northgate that is right across the road from the Chichester Festival
Theatre, this means we only have to park once. I have laid out my clothes ready
for a quick getaway.
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