I woke up at 4 o'clock this morning. With only another two hours before we hit the pool again, there was no point in going back to bed, and so I started cooking my porridge, made a cup of tea (with soy milk) for the wife, put out the bins for tomorrow's collection, and waved to a pair of kindred spirits on the river.
The group of people in the pool every morning seems to be growing, as does our knowledge of their life stories. Having bared their bodies, they continue to bare their souls, with enough material to fill a few volumes of Maughamnesque stories. We left the group of talking heads floating in the pool for a cup of hot chocolate and a cupcake at the Pavilions Cafe.
Whatever did we do with our mornings before we joined the pool?
