I should have taken a photo. But you wouldn’t have believed me. Behold, a swimming costume where I can report that my ample bosom did NOT fall out whilst swimming. I know it’s a miracle. Go and buy a lottery ticket. I’ve agreed to review it, but I don’t know what I can say about it other than that I didn’t know I was wearing it. OK, I did. I did know I was wearing it – because I did not feel like my wobbly bits were on show to the entire world. I know I was wearing it because my boobs were in relatively, the right place for the duration of my swimming session. And I didn’t have to keep re arranging it to pick it out of my bum. I don’t think I can ask for much more than that. Can you?
Is all this too much info? I’m sorry if it is, but I’m well chuffed with this costume. It’s a speedo from simply swim. They let me choose whatever I wanted. That was a blog post in itself! I wanted to get something that looked a bit more, well, girly, but Lovely Bloke advised that I went for substance over style. That’s not to say that it’s not ok on. It is. To be fair, I’m happy with this, for a twice a week, swimming at full pelt for 30 minutes whilst they boys are having their lessons, type of swim. It’s not me lounging around a pool trying to look attractive kind of thing. But I don’t do that anyway – I’m always hunched over my iphone reading an ibook, or negotiating with the twinkies over something that I probably shouldn’t be bothering about or pretending to not be watching other families to see how their holidays are working out – ie: how much they are arguing.
Anyway, enough about that. I’ve got a dog to attend to. Yes, we have part ownership of a springer. She’s lovely. But feral. And that’s another blog post altogether. And I’ve got to get the swimming kit ready for tomorrow. Because they’ve asked to go again :)