Last Monday I told a friend how I for once hadn't gained any weight during my holiday. This is thanks to the impressing 10 km I managed to swim in France. Some of that was with a "monopalme" as I happened once to be swimming on a wrong track, a track where there was swimming instruction for this special swimming flipper. The instructor was so occupied with the girls in bikinis that he didn't think at all it being weird me swimming together with the 13-year old boys. He just threw a monopalme down to me and commanded "Off you go Pierre (????)". Very soon I learned the special technic, probaly due to the unexpected confidence my involontary pseudonym Pierre gave me, and I was swimming like Hans Christian Andersen's Little Mermaid. Some would say like a huge mermaid or a whale.
But back to my friend. She proposed we could go to the beach together this Friday. "I haven't lost 20 kilos, it is just status quo ! " I protested. She made an unapproriate remark how the circus with elephants was coming to her town, I decided to ignore this comment (as I didn't really get it). But now I cannot find my wet suit, I must wear my swimming suit ! I haven't been eating for 4 days; my vision begins to blur, I feel dizzy, I think I am going to faint soon. I rather give the kids intructions how to call an ambulance to bring me to the beach tomorrow morning if I am too weak to get up from the bed. And just for safety's sake to go to bed this evening with my swimming suit already on.
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