Swim. Swam. Swum.

The Husband and I just came back from swimming in the less-than-hygenic communal pool downstairs. I swam a grand total of two laps (REAL laps ok; not that half lap shit that people often pretend is 1 lap – PFFT!) in like, 5-10 minutes, and then... the skies began to flicker dangerously.


Well, we didn't want to risk getting electrocuted right there and then so we went back upstairs all soaking wet immediately after and left a tell-tale drip-trail wherever we went, right up to our front door. (Forgot to bring along a towel. -_-')

Oh well... Looks like the stars are

not aligned in the favour of a healthier me. :-/

Not that I'm complaining, of course. =p

But hey, you can't say I didn't try. =D