The sweet pea

I think it’s fair to say that this years sweet peas are an unmitigated disaster. They were doing brilliantly until the Big Rain of a few weeks ago which set forth the March of the Killer Snails. Bastards.

After six weeks of lots of swimming I realised last night that I was no longer tired out after my 50 lengths so I stepped it up a bit this evening. I completely lost count of lengths, strokes, the lot then erred on the side of caution on where I thought I should be and still finished 5 minutes earlier than normal. Now completely and utterly exhausted.

Came home, shower and sat down just as Wimbledon round up was starting. Top timing.