The Vortex of Flex

I was 100% committed to the plan. I had weekly and daily timetables and I was going to be strict every day. I said we would be regular, routine - like All Bran. It's not nice but it's good for you.

And then boom. Just like that we've gone a bit Coco Pops. The kids think it's great having it every day but it was really only ever meant to be a Sunday cereal.

I've been sucked into the Vortex of Flex(ibility). So powerful it's a proper noun.

Being British it's traditional to blame the weather and I do like tradition. This week was just gorgeous - Mediterranean gorgeous - it's a rare thing to be able to get your washing done and dried so fast you feel like you've literally stolen time from the Gods. So satisfying.

Washing done (in record time), back to the timetable :
Option 1: Stick with the plan. Learn about longitude and latitude.
Option 2: To hell with the plan. Swim at the lido.

I'm weak I know but the water looked so inviting*.

*the lying water. It was flipping freezing even though the air temp was 28 degrees. "Fine once you get in". Pah. I spent the morning with my feet dangling in while K & W splashed about.

Not content with the morning skive swimming lesson we topped it off with a walk down the river, chilled and happy as we spotted fish and dragonflies, K pointed out how the ducks had dinosaur feet and W collected swan feathers.

A typical EHE conflict. On one hand I feel guilty that we didn't stick to the plan, on the other hand we improved our swimming (OK OK, I just improved my paddling), got a lovely big dose of nature and fresh air and took advantage of an opportunity that presented itself.

Oh - and I got a teeny tiny hint of a tan.

So good, it can't be wrong.