Unprofessionally Attired Athletes

On the bike again, into a head wind; hence no PB’s this morning.

After work there’s only time for quick swim. This is kind of a shame because tonight the bikini zone is overflowing almost across five lanes but I have no time to dawdle. Not that I would spare a glance anyway for such unprofessionally attired athletes.

My swim has to be quick because my chauffeuring skills are required by Daughter who is out on the lash again. Her tutor group are saying goodbye to their 'beloved' teacher of the last five years. Muahhahaha, as Daughter would say.

It’s her last week at school but for her exams. So at the weekend she’s promised the ritualistic burning of her uniform. They do get it easy, we used to have to wear uniform even for the exams, and clearly they don’t have to. Problem is if she burns it I’m not sure what she’s going to wear. Those school shirts have proved to be so multi-purpose, she likes to go clubbing in them, after she's slept in them of course. Rock n roll, as they say.

Having dropped Daughter off its back home to train MD in the garden before taking Doggo to his training session. Then home again where L's bedtime attire is reminiscent of what they're wearing in the bikini zone these days. Every outfit has its place. Early night then.