An emotional day on Kingsway chez ICBC.

The people were v kind indeed there.

A failed attempt to read Gertrude Stein amid the exhausts I took a tour to see all the damaged cars. There were bicycles too. Kind of an odd sci-fi set up in there with these interview rooms and mini under the armpit computers.

A Julia Child French omlette via my not quite Julia enough technique and a swimming lesson, with flippers, with my not quite anywhere near cutting technique.

The teacher has established impediments in the concept of breathing (think rebirth) and is trying to reestablish a general entrance of oxygen in and out the lungs without any swimming. It’s v difficult to negotiate flippers with short legs, frankly I have no idea how ducks cope. Technically speaking I am going backwards in achievement, but I am not much for the technical talk, so I assert my progress as arrested due to  genetic flaw.