Swimming lessons with Policeman plod?!!!!… I am living in one of those vivid dreams where nothing makes sense anymore. Cults, Stalkers, Bi-sexual ex boyfriends of friends who try to use you as a filter to vent their anger and wind up your friend right in their face.
Where am I? What am I doing here?
Im booking my flight home today. But Ill have to come back to move some of my widely dispersed baggage dotted around the country!! Damn – Lesson 101 – O.R.G.A.N.I.Z.A.T.I.O.N.
I wish moving could be like switching out a light, walking into a new room, and switching on a new one. Hmm… maybe I should think of it like that. La la la – this is easy peasy lemon squeezy.
The policeman was really nice though. I didnt recognise him at first (oops!) He said that another one of my teachers had come to talk to him today. I’m kind of hoping just because she was concerned after Thursday’s pesterings and not because weird boy had turned up again today. I wasn’t there so I wouldn’t know. I don’t want to know. I have no desire to go back there – swimming with the sharks.
Anyway he re-iterated: contact him if needs be. Then he let me borrow his hand flippers. I am still re-learning to do front crawl. Apparently my bum is too far under water and I am limp with my hands – I dont push the water back enough. I also lift my head far too far out of the water and I should take a breath every 4 strokes not every other. I tried all these new techniques. Which felt a bit like drowning! I realise I give up quite easily through fear of not being able to breathe. I am ok for half a length, then I get to the middle and it feels as though I am swallowing half the pool or my lungs are collapsing! Then the policeman told me to put my goggles on and look in-between his legs! I blushed but obeyed. He had placed a float between his thighs and said I needed to squeeze it there and swim normally – that way I could keep my bum afloat. I did. (It felt kinda weird looking at his crotch though – I mean, he’s a policeman forgodsake…can you imagine a policeman in England giving you swimming lessons and telling you to look between at his inner-thighs!!!!!)
So he tapped me to say goodbye.
I don’t know why I feel funny about it.
I guess I just don’t know who to trust here anymore.
