Wednesday morning pre-work swim.
The sun sort of poked it's yellow snotty nose out from underneath it's grey cloudy duvet. Eight-thirty in the morning and there's hardly a soul here. I waste lots of time talking codshit to strangers before eventually get my act together and launch myself head-first in to the pool. My shoulder is killing me, I can't for the life of me work out why until I remember yesterday's ladder incident. Undeterred, I swim 16 strong, hero lengths, one for each degree.
I spot the famous actor bloke, I wonder if he has a sigil of a golden lion on his crimson trunks.