Extreme Athlete

My friend Vic came over from Bristol on Friday night as she had a 1 mile outdoor swim in Docklands at 10am the next day. I popped out for no more than 3 minutes to grab another bottle of wine and came back to find her taking a power nap. She looked incredibly peaceful, all curled up like a little dormouse. Vic woke up, we drank till 3am and Vic missed the swim. After a fry-up we went for hair-of-the-dog whereupon 2 people who'd done the swim walked into the beer garden wearing their event t-shirts, medals and carrying goody bags. Vic looked vexed!