We are live from the leisure centre wearing silver leggings and channeling Mondrian.
In a true show of Totes Stoicism, I can confirm that we were on time. We were actually a teeny weeny bit early as I needed to check which class Ted should be attending. Last time we ventured to a lesson, Sue the swimming teacher collared me after the lesson to ask if I knew that Ted wasn’t in her class any more and ascertain why I kept bringing him to her lesson when he’d moved up. Obviously I did my best Totes acting dumb shit when the truth was that I’d simply forgotten to speak to reception about changing his class.
I have now had to take a weeping Ted directly to the big pool. No more baby pool for us. I’ve got all three little shits drowning in the big pool now. Unfortunately I walked up the poolside in my very thick socks and they are now sodden.
Today I will be driving to gymnastics in Knutsford and walking the dog around Tatton Park in between drop off and pick up. I seem to spend an increasing amount of time, finding shit to do between drop off and pick up.
And in other news, my leg is fucked after running a slow five miles yesterday, so my dreams of winning the Manchester marathon are looking less likely than ever