some of the Sunday mornings I put in at Peterlee leisure centre back when the bairn was little and learning to swim.Women, know your limits!
f***ing hanging now like. Tried to prove a point by getting up with the bairns at 6
our lass would have had a small glass of wine watching the telly, and I'd be smashing beers like a sailor on shore leave on the Saturday.
Sitting watching the bairn in the minging sweaty hot stinky spectator area. Hanging out thinking I was going to die.