Swimming resumed

I did go swimming! I really, really did! I am quite pleased with myself. Actually, it felt so good to be in the water again. My new cozzie is brilliant (thanks for the link, aprecious). I feel secure. And it's made of something that holds you in, like a corset. My old togs were made of something that tended to sag. In fact, at times, they had a life of their own, filling with water and almost floating off. Literally, on one occasion. I must say, I do feel quite professional with all the proper labelled gear. Except my £1.99 goggles, which I think are toy ones.

They had the 'Mother and Baby' changing cubicles locked for cleaning this morning, so I had to go along a bit and accidentally chose the row where all the hooligans school children were getting changed after their training. It was not pleasant, having to listen to their inane infantile chatter, but of course, they didn't know I was there. Not that it would have made any difference. I find teenagers, en masse, to be rather obnoxious.

I was all ready to plunge into the pool, when I looked in my pockets, with an increasing sinking feeling (not good in a swimming pool), realising that I had forgotten to bring £1 for the locker.

It reminded me of the time I had gone to have a shower in a camping ground when JR and I were touring round in our combi van. JR was not feeling well, and was still in bed in the van, curtains closed. After my shower, sopping wet, I realised that I had no towel. I was freezing. There was a strange set up in that the men walked past the ladies' cubicles, either that or they were just all unisex. I listened for anybody coming by and called out 'He..lllll..ooo!'. Many people hurried on by.

Eventually one man stopped to answer my call. I asked him to go and knock on the combi van and ask for a towel. He kindly did. He came back and said there was no answer. He went back and tried again. Of course, JR, in bed, was not about to answer any knock on the door from a strange man. On the third attempt I gave him more explicit instructions. JR eventually arrived with the towel as I was leaving, having dried off eventually anyway.

I was about to put my coat on and troop up to reception and ask to borrow £1, when another search, in a deep inside pocket, revealed one! Mind you, I could have just put them all in any locker and hoped nobody would have pinched my hat.

I popped round to Uncle A to do his shopping and ironing. He's getting primed up for venturing out, possibly next week, having been to the hospital last week. I took a detour round the duck pond and up Blackford Hill. This is my blip today.

It's the Observatory, from the south side. This man, Ian, was happy for me to take a photo. I loved the wee cloud, and the refurbished roof. I sat and had a chat with him. He sits there at least twice a week, he told me. And when he told me how far he walked there and back, I was amazed.

I am going to lie down on the sofa and admire my sparkling windows.