Day 384: Creepy Hug

Nine degrees? Nine degrees? My phone promised nine degrees today, but I swear that this morning it was below freezing. Ice in the water. Tinkly ice, beautiful ice, admittedly pretty thin ice, but nevertheless. I was definitely a little bit scared walking down those steps this morning, but what good is fear. The water stays the same temperature whether you're scared or not. If you're going to get in, you're going to get in. Get over it.

Thank god for lovely Mel. Had it not been for our dip-date, I doubt I'd have made it. Thanks also to her for being flexible and patient when I was predictably late; for her laughter and brilliant conversation, her oats (no euphemism, this) and her patience when I tipped a particularly tasty cup of 'Lebensfreude' Yogi Tea all over the newly-hoovered carpet. Ashtanga + pond date with her tomorrow. Let's do this shit!

And today, I get to play, thanks to Charis and Libby's Tuesday night sesh. I'm aching to play, I am. It's so much fun. How could I have forgotten our weekend Kerrison playdate? That coolest of Clares met us at the Wellcome Collection for a taste of Death (a slightly disappointing exhibition, to my eyes. It promised insights on attitudes to death and got rave reviews from the Guardian, no less, but to my mind there were way too many skulls and not enough meat). Clare met us and helped me fulfil my promise, the promise I was unable to to keep during the sattvic yoga training of showing Nicolò how to have a fake punch-up. 

Seriously creepy

So CK and I had a tiny fight outside the exhibition. I punched her in the face. She kicked me in the stomach, slapped me and kicked me full in the face, throwing me to the ground. I loved it, though I did have to reassure a girl of about 12 that it was just pretend as she watched me pick myself up off the floor after a proper biff. We held back on the brilliant stage kiss we'd practised at our lady workshop. I'm still more comfortable with a slap than a kiss. Hmmmmm. 

Today, somewhere in between. Creepy Hug has been promised, and creepily, creepily will be hugged. Hell yeah!