I just went in for what will be my final swim of the year. It's ok when you're in the water, but when you get out it's bloody FREEEEEZING.
Plus, I could see some folks eyeing me anxiously from the shore. They stared and pointed and pointed some more.
When I got out an old bloke in a pacamac told me off, saying he thought I was off to top myself.
"You should leave a note pinned to your bike," he said. "We couldn't see a towel or anything so we thought you'd gone in to......you know......"
Yes, a big note pinned to my bike saying "I AM NOT OFF TO KILL MYSELF" would definitely reassure peole. It would not arouse suspicions at all.
Then, when I was cycling off, a car pulled up beside me and a bloke wound down the window. "Were you just in swimming? Out to the buoy and back?"
"Yes," I replied.
Silence. He had a big dark angry head on him & looked wild upset about something.
"Why?" I enquired.
"Oh we just had a 999 call, I'm from the coastguard," he replied grumpily.
I just cycled off. What does he expect me to do, climb back in the sea and start drowning?
I'm fed up with people trying to rescue me from myself
On the cycle home I realised I couldn't feel the fingers or toes. I got indoors and spent half an hour under a hot shower but am still cold. The tips of my fingers were purple. I'm currently wearing a woollen jumper with a hot water bottle undrerneath.
It's not worth it, is it?
Though in the name of charity, I may make one final effort, later in the year
I'll let you know, and you WILL sponsor me.
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