Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: May 28, 2006

if you want head...

this, reminds me of that

got up with the boys first (unusual just now) and let mrs.perou have a lie-in (unheard of just now).

maximum found a late birthday present and we made dinosaur fridge magnets together.
(although i put the magnets in upside down so now they're just plaster dinosaurs with metal bits).

did a big scale food shop at tescos.

retouched some more, drinking coca-cola all the while.

this afternoon, we went to mile end swimming pool.

queued for over an hour to get in.
i hate queuing.
i hate a long, slow moving queue more than a short, fast one too.

half an hour into the queuing, we thought about leaving (as z was starting to express his boredom and not just by quietly headbutting the window) but leaving invalidates the time you've already spent there.
i used to hate waiting endlessly for a late bus, deciding it wasn't coming and leaving...to have the bus turn up immediately after and then drive past.

patience is a virtue.
i am not very virtuous.

had to explain to the family pushing in slowly past us that the queue started behind us as we had been there for half an hour before they had even arrived.
queue jumpers REALLY irratate me to the point that i have to confront them...politely but firmly.

the mother pretended not to, or perhaps did not, understand english.
but moved back anyway.

i wondered to myself standing in the queue what the muslim ladies, with only their eyes showing, would be wearing in the pool.
i didn't get to find out because after queuing for an hour and getting changed with the family, when i went to go to the toddler pool, i was forbidden: women and children only segregated swimming!
so i had to go to the main pool on my own and mrs.perou had to struggle with maximum and z alone.
this irritated me more than the queue jumpers.
it would have been helpful if someone had mentioned it when i was paying for two adults, a child and a baby for the toddler pool.

i was wearing my union jack swimming trunks.
being one of the only two non-asian people in the pool (and being a skinhead) made me think the attire was mis-worn and perhaps explained the unhappy looks i was getting.

i took out the lack of fun i was having in the pool, on the fast lane.
when i was a kid, i could swim 2 miles straight.
(i've got a cotton patch and a certificate to prove it).
i also used to be a championship breast stroker :) for haywards heath swimming club.
i LOVE/D swimming.
i got a silver trophy once but had to give it back because someone worked out i was racing in the age group above me and i was too young to qualify.

after two lengths of the pool, i was done.
two more of backstroke and i could barely move/breathe.

but i had to wait for mrs.perou and sons to come back to find me, so i had to do some more lengths: to not to look like a pervert (like the perverts just standing in the water at each end looking at the young boys).

i was really shocked just HOW unfit i was.
i am SO unfit.
i don't plan to do anything about it until we have our own pool...but then i'm going to swim everyday.

BIBH tomorrow: bloody inconvienient bank holiday tomorrow.
i will be working, of course.
i'm also going to try and teach maximum to ride his bike.
and give mrs.perou another luxurious, half an hour lie-in.