rARsh!

Deh Two. Seven oh five eh em. Lionel is in the pool.

That’s a dreadful Geordie accent, I know, and my overseas visitors will be blissfully unaware that the narrator for the “highlights” of Big Brother has a strong Geordie accent. Well, I assume it’s still the same chap. It’s a long time since I accidentally watched any of that drivel.

Anyway, I have “news” updates to share with you.

The meet market continues to show promise and last night I spoke to Match Girl II on the telephone. She sounded nice and I think I made a favourable impression so the possibility of a RL meeting remains, um, possible. We’ll see.

My fitness regime continues apace. Two whole days - a new record for me. Talking of records, I broke the almost mythical 1 mile per hour barrier (1.03mph, at 10 lengths in 18 minutes) It’s been fortunate, in fact, as I’ve not been sleeping well this week. Given that I’ve been waking at four each day, being in Norwhag for seven is a piece of cake¹.

This has meant that I’ve been absolutely bushed come 3:30pm.

Wiimote^TM batteries don’t last long, Thankfully I’ve plenty of rechargeables and am cooking up a batch so that I can have my half hour (or more) workout this evening.

There was a dusting of snow this morning in Aaalburgh so I expected chaos in the city. To be fair, there were almost two whole centimetres of snow on the north side of the A47 but still not a volume that would even raise a comment in Scotland. When I left the pool it was snowing fairly hard (for Norfolk, at least), so I was stuck behind idiots crawling through town at 15mph. Bah. Needless to say, driving conditions were perfectly fine and the snow didn’t linger (not on tarmac, at least).

I had a slightly odd IM conversation with Stubby. Nothing strange in that, of course.

“So, did you go swimming again?”

“Of course.”

“Will you be buying new clothes then?”

“Once I lose some weight, quite possibly. On the other hand, it’ll probably just mean that the clothes I’ve got will fit me better.”

“Great.”

Do you think she is trying to tell me some about my dress sense?

¹ Mmmmm … cake.