39 is fine: Can I go in the big pool? On dream following and grown up ‘boring’ adventures
This week I did something VERY exciting. Well, very exciting in Jenny Stallard world. I went for a swim. But not just any old swim. This was at the Aquatics Centre at the Olympic Park. It’s only two tube stops from my flat, and with shame I admit I never got tickets for the Olympics. I didn’t even try! I can’t for the life of me ever explain this. Pure laziness, I think. That and feeling a bit unlike myself at the time (but we’ve done therapy, so onwards to swimming!). I flip
