Swim
It was a little overcast and breezy this morning. It was obvious just by looking at the sea that swimming to the far jetty was going to be a lot easier than the return journey. I was determined to do the whole distance as part of the slow buildup to my next event. I hoped that the skills that I learnt yesterday would make me slightly faster. I am not sure that they did. I got to the far jetty in my usual time and then started back against the wind. This added over five minutes per kilometre and made my shoulders ache. I did not finish off with any butterfly, I was too tired.
Café
Loved One, the Captain and I had a hot drink in the café across from the club. I had a bit of cheesecake with mine because I could.
Visit
We dropped into Loved Ones son on the way home. He presented Loved One with a birthday present of an essential oil infuser and a scarf that he meant to give her last year.
Nap
I could feel the creeping tiredness sneaking up on me after we had our lunch. I disappeared to the back room and emerged two hours later, much to Loved One’s annoyance. She sees me being asleep in the afternoon as wasting an opportunity to do something. I see a sleep in the afternoon as a chance to recharge.
Pub
After a brief discussion with a parking attendant to ensure that we had read the sign correctly we met Jo, Michael, and Britta in a pub. The first item of discussion was the dress of the young people attending the event down the road. It would be extremely hard to differentiate some of them from professional women. It is probably a reflection on how old I am rather than fashion. We ate some standard pub fare before heading to the pub across the road to watch a concert. We were halfway there when Loved One realised that she did not have her phone. She retraced her steps and found she had left it in the pub.
Concert
We found some seat in the corner and settled in ready to enjoy the tribute band. I was feeling a little queasy and declined a beer on the grounds that I was driving. Loved One got me a small beer. Halfway through the first act the queasy started to become nausea. After a long visit to the loo, I felt even worse. Loved One noticed that I was looked a little pale and suggested that we went home. I did not object.
Bed
I went straight to bed with a bowl beside me waiting for the inevitable. It happed in the small hours; I felt the rising and was suddenly covered in sweat. There was enough warning for me to sit over the bowl but not enough to move my knee out of the firing line.
Ill
Even after the explosion I felt that there was more to come. I was proven correct an hour later.