"Ooooh 'eck..." said our Gym and Swim instructress tonight. She'd taken one look at d as we cuaght up on the day in reception.
"Go 'ome," she said. "You look dreadful..."
While it's not a description I'd have used, being a loyal sort of cove, d's day had left her frozen, with a horrible horrible headache.
"The water's gonna be bloody cold tonight," said our instructress. "I know how that goes - you've already got a headache, you get in there and it's game over for the night..."
"Yeah," said d, almost sniffling with pain. "But we're here now, and we don't want to have to add another week to our trial period..."
She winked at us, and hugged d.
"Don't worry," she whispered. "I'll mark you in. Go home, have something hot, and get an early night..."
Every now and then, people still have the capacity to surprise me with their downright simple compassion.
Walked this morning, but got as far as the local Costa, and frankly gave up.
Walked at lunchtime, but rather than go with the instructors, and talk to them, I went with my iPod, on the principle that I don't play well with others. Did about six miles all told. When we got home after a hot meal, I did a little bit of biking, though not much. So a day of good intentions, more than particularly noteworthy progress.I should probably feel a bit guilty about my not playing well with others, given the kindness of our instructress afterwards...
Don't though. Sorry...I'm just that shallow.
Point of linguistic order here - can you be shallow if you're a fat fuck?
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