GRUMPY OLD MEN
On Tuesday morning, I rose at 6 am; was in the pool by 7.05 am; and swam until 9 am. I did my 100 lengths, impeded only by the Grumpy not-very-Old Man who bumped into me twice (or did I bump into him?), while I was doing backstroke. I didn't look where I was going!!! (You try looking where you're going, when you're swimming backwards on your back.) If I did it ONE MORE TIME, he threatened, he would report me and get me ejected from the pool.
I kept swimming. Not only do I despise bullies, but I knew that unless he was doing 100 lengths as well, then he would get out of the water before me! Which he did.
Anyway, that was just a blip. Having completed the challenge, I leapt out, showered, and headed for home. Had to forego the bacon butty, as I got caught in the most horrendous traffic jam on the way to the Clyde Tunnel. Still, I hastily changed, headed for work, and got coffee and a bacon butty at Cowcaddens subway coffee-bar. Justice had been done!
I arrived at work on an adrenaline high. Strangely enough, it ebbed away until by noon I was a crumpled, exhausted wreck. And still I had five more hours to go. It hadn't occurred to me that normally, I do a day's work, swim at 7 pm, and then go home to subside for the remainder of the evening. I don't normally swim for two hours, use up my most useful energy, and then attempt to put in a normal day.
Still, I survived through to 5 pm, went home all prepared for a lazy night, and discovered SuperSpouse was too busy to take the boys for their music lessons, so I crawled to Bearsden and back before I could subside into oblivion at home! That's men for you. At least (this time), my own old man wasn't grumpy!