And I am, thwarted and disgruntled. Today I have been looking forward to a swim this evening. It’s been a gorgeous day and I was just imagining pulling through the water. Unlocking my shoulders and feeling a bit more graceful again. I’m not noted for my grace on land, any pretence of elegance has to take place in water for me. However, I’ve been called to a wretched PTA thing instead. Juneathon has instead had to be more gardening, (digging, more lopping, planting out) and a brisk walk into town and back. At least the garden is showing some signs of appreciating my efforts.
Thanks for reading, Helenx