Just at the moment, I’m drowning in work.
It makes me remember near-drowning experiences of the watery kind. First: when I assured my mother I could swim when I was four years old (though I only thought I could) and she chucked me in the pool to teach me not to tell lies. I think I only went under once or twice before I was fished out. I don’t blame her, it must have seemed like a good idea at the time.
It taught me not to tell stories, but gave me a fear of putting my head under water. Oh, my mum got her just deserts, she had to wash my hair thereafter, and it was only to be achieved by force. I got over it of course, but I still had a fear of putting my face in the water, which meant I was slow at learning how to swim.
The second time I nearly drowned, I was in high school, and my swimming teacher instructed us to swim lengths of the school pool. Of course, I was the weakest swimmer. I swam for as long as I could, then moved to the edge of the pool and hung onto the side.
‘I can’t do any more.’ said I, between gasps, but the teacher stepped on my fingers and said: ‘More! Swim more!’ So I duly swam back to the middle of the pool and promptly sank like a stone. I don’t remember coming up again.
I actually lost consciousness that time, and when I regained it, I was lying at the side of the pool having water pushed out of my lungs while mouth-to-mouth resuscitation was being debated: you can bet your life I opened my eyes quickly!
After that, I stopped going to swimming, even though it was compulsory, and for some reason ( I wonder what that could be?) the teacher never reported my absence. Smirks. I doubt she tried the stepping-on-fingers trick thereafter at all events.
Anyway, right at the moment, I feel as I did then: clutching the edge of the pool and saying: ‘I can’t do any more!’. No-one’s stepping on my fingers, but I also know that no-one’s going to fish me out. A week without overtime, would be very, very nice.
The joys of spring as a horticulturist…
Today's pic: a flower, of course! Pity I haven't had time to try out my new camera. Oh: and in case you were wondering: the butterfly is dead. I posed it there. Yes, I know its a cheat...