church window

something going on in there on the way back from swimming. Friday night is an excellent night for swimming intervals, its quiet and I can have a lie in tomorrow if the Nut is up all night. (He slept all last night wonderfully, but was still quite sensitive). I felt alright walking home but that is because the way home is perfectly flat. I walked up the stairs and my poor leggies are really very tired indeed.

I have rewarded myself with half a mister Bobble.