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Rosemary was sound asleep when I left. It was 07:30 on a Sunday morning after all.  There were a few moments when I nearly turned around and went back to bed! But no. I hadn't swam all week and this was my only chance.
 
There was a fine drizzle in the air but it was mild. I was in a philosophical and deep mood, wrestling in my mind what 'truth' is from a scientific perspective when life is so nuanced and full of ambiguity. I had been annoyed earlier in the week when I'd read a systematic review by 'leaders in their field' who had used mainly theoretical rather than empirical evidence to support their conclusions.  I pondered whether this was ethical or not.
 
 
The pondering was over when I got to the pool with only a few minutes to spare before the session started. The body was feeling dead…..so I focussed on swimming 'in the moment', using techniques that I had learnt at Manchester Buddhist Centre a while back. It almost worked and I managed to get to the end not too exhausted!
 
The rain started to fall quite heavily, just as I was passing Kilimanjaro Coffee. Rather than get soaked, somehow I found myself in a comfy chair having an espresso and a morning scone, reading the Scotland on Sunday supplement. How did that happen?
 
Rosemary was just rising from her slumber when I got in. We had a wee natter, then she got up for breakfast and we did the shopping list together. Then it was off to get everything on the list and back for lunch.
 
I read my BJP, a magazine that I love. It's my window into a world that's different to mine, focussing on the image rather than the written word. It's taught me that word and image  compliment each other, and whilst you can change the balance between each depending on what message you wanna portray, one is not better than the other.
 

Rosemary then headed out for a run with Izzy and I went out on the bike. Whilst I felt good, I never felt balanced…..my gears were playing up and my seat felt low! Things weren't as bad for me as a guy I found in trouble on the cycle path. He had punctured, mangled one spare inner tube and really didn't have a clue. I sorted it, jumped back on my bike, rode hard for an hour n then came home to wait for the beloved!