I'm not a wuss either. Which meant, only one day after recovering from Veg-blight that I was back in the pool doing what were nicely termed '50m reps' which was Odd shorthand for 'fast track to lungs full of water'.
Of course, being more streamlined (and less recognisable to the Corporal) in my new shiny...er...black swimming cap, the laps actually were much easier, despite the cap and the goggles being too much to fit on my little pea-sized head. Or perhaps I've had enough practice now.
Veg has decreed that Wuss-Nom and Wuss-Fromage will henceforth swim on Tuesday evenings giving her two swim sessions per week.
I also deserve bonus points for going to the pub with the best steak and ale pie in the world tonight, on Gravy Thursday, and having fillet steak (medium-rare), salad and a baked potato. Mmmmm... Don't ask Nom what he had.
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