I've supplemented my healthy branflakes breakfast today with a small portion of leftover spinach and paneer curry and a couple of Freddos that were going begging. As the only person so far in the team for the over 60s relay medley-with-swimming-aids-including-mainly-doggie-paddle team, I need to keep my strength up.
I hotly dispute the allegations about what happened when I ended up in the diving area last night. I'd been told by some jobsworth to leave the toddler pool where I was practising (some tosh about dive-bombing upsetting the children, pah) and took an innocent wrong turning. I was befuddled simply because of the axle grease on my glasses and it was nothing at all to do with the teensy swimming trunks the divers were wearing. And I just tripped into Tom Daly's jacuzzi by accident, due to temporary bunion related instability. Anyway, I'm pleased to report that I seem to have got away with it been exonerated. The axle grease was a great help in getting out of the clutches of those security men, btw.