Swimming lesson

Every Monday I accompany Xavier to his swimming lesson at the local school swimming pool. Although normally I find chauffeuring children to sporting and other after-school activities a bit of a bore, I nevertheless quite enjoy this activity. I think I go into a sort of meditative trance as I sit on a comfortable bench in the warm steamy atmosphere. It’s almost like being in church and sshh, don’t tell anyone, but I much prefer it when I end up seated next to people I don’t know – so that for once – I’m enjoying inner contemplation, rather than chatting away..
2 Comments:
Don't you strike up conversations wtih strangers? I don't easily but Peceli does. He will talk to any Tomu, Dike, Ari anywhere. Maybe that's the Fijian way.
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Oh gosh yes I do Wendy - all the time - you can't shut me up. However this is one half hour a week where I quite enjoy just thinking to myself.
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