Well I always knew it was going to be a challenging year so juts in case the sudden realisation of incipient old age and the fact that one was now truly redundant as an economic unit, a parent and sex goddess I set myself two more challenges.
The first challenge was to learn to swim and not unconnected to the second challenge. Having freed up some time and being taken by a mad fit when outside the local swimming pool which is a few minutes away from my house I singed up for a course of 'Learn to Swim' lessons which worked out very economically at £4 per lesson. So far so good. Day of the first lesson arrives and I arrive eagerly at the pool waiting to enter the small training pool with a group of equally terrified non-swimmers preferably female. No No No says Dame Fate. You shall enter the big scary pool with a lot of people who can already swim but want to improve! Aargh well I've paid up front now so here we go. Instructor (Helen) is aghast that I cant swim at all as a) she has to spend more time with me than she planned and b) the other students are not happy that 1) I want the side of the pool near the steps and 2) I think its funny that they are not happy - aren't we supposed to be having fun? No apparently not. Still tutor is kind gets in the pool and makes the unreasonable suggestion that I get my face wet. Bad start. Four lessons later with the help of woggle I can puggle up and down in the shallow end with bottom half of face wet. Helen suggests I join a smaller group in training pool on another day. * weeks later I can swim widths of the training pool. See told you I couldn't do it in the big pool but Challenge No 1 Learn to swim in 60th year completed.
Challenge 2 is more painful - have foot surgery see next blog to see how these two things connected.
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