TPR and I were enjoying ourselves on the cycle path when my little sister interrupted our fun – again. She did not understand that her behaviour was inappropriate. TPR suggested that I should make it clear to her that I was famous, and perhaps she would then realise that I needed to be left in peace.
We ran away from her towards the canal, hoping to cross it by bridge. However, the only way to reach the other side was to swim. We both leapt in, thrashed our way through the brackish water, and emerged at the other side where (handily) there was a public swimming pool that offered showers to canal dippers.
There we also spotted CMcL, chewing on a cigar.