1075 metres

Bubble of contentment burst sometime yesterday morning and 36 odd hours of melancholy and pessimistic outlook ensued. Felt crap about love, money, life, bruised easily, feared hurt like never before... you know the drill.

Tonight I chatted to my dear wise friend and she granted her counsel. But what really lifted my mood out of the sewers was 43 laps at the pool. Next time I'll know just to drive straight there, dive in, not passing go nor pausing to explain why my fortnightly direct debited membership was declined.



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