Holy cow it's boiling! Summer in Japan is quite rough although at least the weather is predictable. Growing up in New Zealand a summer day may start with you wearing a singlet and sunglasses and end up with you in a sweater, grabbing your umbrella for the unseen downpour.
Baby O, B and I have a date at the Hiroshima Family Pool tomorrow morning. Yahoo! I have such fond memories of swimming at the public pools in my home town. And of ice blocks and bee stings.
This is me circa 1977 at the Palmerston North Lido..
Friday, August 21, 2009
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