Steamy stuff


I’m adjusting to my new super-soaraway core temperature, but yesterday took it for a real test drive: at Tooting lido. Since I’ve been puffing like Steam Boat Willie, I wondered I’d act like an element in a kettle. In fact my toasty flanks were not enough vaporize the million-odd gallons of water, but whereas my feet used to be numb until Sainsbury’s, they were in perfect working (walking?) order by the time I left the changing rooms. And with a pinkish face instead of my customary post-swim purple/grey tinge, I could avoid the concerned glances of passers-by who presumably thought I had a congenital heart defect. No! It was just my lazy kidneys, or workshy liver, or lack of ginger in the diet or something. Hell, I dunno. But it’s a blessed relief not to be perpetually running around looking for an extra jumper.


No Responses Yet to “Steamy stuff”

  1. Leave a Comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: