I know, green sludge maybe – in fact it’s homemade spinach soup. It was only 2 years ago that I started making my own soup. I always thought it was quite complicated but a very dear Belgian friend showed me it’s one of the easiest things in the world. I only have 2 soups in my repetoire so far, leek and potato and spinach. Next, I badly want to make cauliflower and carrot and coriander. The best thing about soup is that you don’t really need to measure anything, just count or in my case use whatever’s left in the cupboards: a couple of big potatoes, one onion, a couple of organic vegetable stock cubes and enough water. If I’m adding leeks then a couple will do or if spinach, half a packet is enough. I don’t pulverise it completely, preferring to leave it with bits like above. So far my 2 youngest have refused to look at even a spoonful.
I’m really enjoying my little bit of me time when swimming regularly. I’ve found that tiny slot when it’s quietest and on most days am rewarded with peaceful mental reflection.Gap Men’s grey cotton jumper, H&M Girls’ black stretch trousers, vintage silk scarf, vintage Céline bag and taupe fleece lined wedge ankle boots by D Copenhagen.
Even though I keep myself to myself and focus on my strokes, I notice some regular fellow swimmers:
1. the Pro – can be male or female and always swims every stroke they know per length – every bit as good as they think they are
2. the Splasher – self explanatory really, even though you swim as far away from them in your own lane as possible, their splashes still reach you – not as good as they think they are
3. the Barger-In – again self explanatory and sometimes frustratingly combined with the above type 2. Never cares that they swim far too close to someone else not only splashing them but also creating unwelcome, unpredicatbale waves (I like pool water to be flat and tidy 🙂 )
4. the Chatters – seen in pairs sometimes with matching swim caps, they manage to swim at such a pace that does not impair their constant chatter in any way at all
5. the Character – a non swimmer who simply walks around in the shallow. This particular one holds onto a pile of several floats under each hand even though the water is low chest high in the shallow (and shoulder high on me 🙂 )
And me? Well, I’m the clumsy land animal who avoids getting my face wet if at all possible and can barely make out other swimmers being too lazy to acquire contact lenses. But I’m efficient 🙂
Disclaimer: these entirely fuzzy views are my own and formed myopically therefore any resemblance to real or actual persons is purely coincidental.
Thanks for reading!