First thing in the morning at Parliament Hill Lido

Tomorrow morning I won’t be going swimming

Tomorrow morning I won’t be waking up at 5am cursing the darkness and the alarm clock. I won’t be squinting into the dark to make out the faded semi-glowing dial, with its hands sweeping relentlessly round, counting down the minutes until it’s time to get up. I won’t be lying waiting for the clock to whine its call to action. I won’t be throwing my arm out, aiming for the button that will restore the sleepy silence.