I went swimming yesterday for the first time in about eight years. I was a bit worried. Would it be like riding a bike? There was a possibility that I’d just sink because why isn’t the phrase ‘Just like swimming’?

Cutting through the water with ease, one of the lifeguards calls me over and asks if I’ve had lessons, I reply that I haven’t and in fact this is my first time swimming in many years. His exclamation of surprise is almost as gratifying as his insistance that I’m a natural and should train with the goal of getting on the local swim team.

… I imagined as I walked to the leisure complex.
Unfortunately the reality was huffing and puffing, stuggling along, occational fear of drowning and realizing that I was one of the slowest swimmers in the ‘slow lane’.
Good exercise though, I’m going to try and make it a weekly thing. Hopefully after a while I’ll even be able to do an entire length of front crawl!

It’ll all be a lot easier once I get some goggles, I reason to myself, then I’ll be able to go into ‘speedy position’. Head down, body straight, it’ll make the whole thing easier because holding my head up so high was obviously the main reason I was finding things so hard….

obviously

Well, if you remember, earlier this year was the first time that I decided to do something about valentines day. Could be argued that it was the first year I had an opportunity to do anything about it, i.e. a subitable woman that I know well enough to randomly give gifts to without worrying about accusation of stalking or being weird or what have you.
Anyway back to the point.
The promise of the date never actually materialised, even after she left the company (was a thing for some reason, very complicated so I won’t try to expalin) which was a bit of a disapointment. Overly protective brother was a possible cause of this, or at least some kind of excuse. Personally I don’t know what to think about that so I won’t.

After I got back from skiing it seemed that she was ignoring me completely. I came up with the rather dubious idea of calling every day and telling her about my day via voicemail. Until she either told me to bugger off or responded.

Tonight was the first night, and she texted me right back.
Sorry she just missed the call, and she’s coming back to the company to work, next week….

Well this is a very interesting turn of events. I’m still doing to try and call tomorrow and I have a sneaky suspicion that she’ll ‘miss’ that call too, but we’ll see.
Next week is going to be VERY interesting.

I will certainly keep you informed.

A few days ago I gave into retail therapy, online. The problem with this method of retail therapy is that you have to wait for the delivery. The delivery was prompt yesterday but no one was in, the delivery office is closed today being a bank holiday. This means I have to wait until tomorrow to get my spangly and exiting new 1gig flash mp3 player.

I’ll go into more detail on its features when I get it.

The skiing holiday in the south of france was fantastic, and there are many stories I wish to share with you. All in good time though, this is just a quick update to say ‘hello’.

I’m back, skiing was good, although I have some bruises, some of which are truly huge.

I know you’re not all that interested in my life in general, just in my thoughts, my mind. So I’ll keep this brief.
Not just some half-decent sleep but also a good hearty meal and a restful evening did me a world of good last night. I’m off to France on Sunday for the week so it’s quite unlikely that I’ll be able to blog during this time.
I will however hopefully be blogging between now and then, even though work is hectic busy right now.

And ye, for several days the man known as ‘Rob’ had not blogged. Desolation and dispare wept into the hearts and minds of the avid readers. Despondency reduced the web traffic to a crawl and comments fell into oblivion.

But ‘Rob’, entity and person, was in good spirits and largely good health. Minor complaints affected his body, but irrational exuberance was low. “Sleep is the answer!” cried the masses, and correct they were in the mass diagnosis.
And lo, at the advent of evening; ‘Rob’, man and scholor, will retire to bed at a good and proper hour, with enriching and long sleep to follow.

It is hoped that this will restore enthusiasm and give vim and vigor to ‘Rob’, may he rest in peace – and wake refreshed.

Well, I can write, just about. Although I do have to be careful and I can’t write quickly or for a long time. Luckily at the moment I’m not having to do any writing at work!
Also of course I would mainly be using the computer if I were.

I am planning at the moment to get a wrist support type thing from Tesco this evening, before I go out for a drink with my future housemates (the guys that will be moving in for the next academic year).