Doing the fandangle

Swimming: 1 km. No incidents.

I have been busy arranging the coming long weekend. Berlin? Amsterdam? London?? No - Drumnadrochit! SO exotic! I may see a certain monster...

Popped along to the duck pond. There was quite a bit of activity going on. I was led to believe they were non-breeding swans there, possibly young males chased off from other ponds. But there was definitely a bit of hanky panky going on. These two were away in the middle of the pond and so I didn't get as sharp a shot as I would have liked. Mr Gull is obviously surprised too.

I also have a worrying confession to make. This morning I.. I...I took my fandangle into the shower with me and cleaned the glass doors. There! I've said it.

And it did not stop there... I used it to dry the tiles! I have often wondered why people dry their shower tiles. That's why they're tiles. The water drips off them. It was fun, but will I be able to resist tomorrow?

Am I going mad?