In Memory Of Tamsin

Day 127, May 7, 10.30pm - Tamsin was my godfather's daughter. A super lass. She died a year ago from cancer, aged 46. By the time she was diagnosed it was so far advanced that she only had two months to live.
Her husband Glen is about to undertake a six-hour swim for charity. He's doing it on May 17 - Tamsin's birthday.
I have decided to sponsor him and urge you to join me. I will then ask Glen for swimming tips. I have not been swimming or gone to the gym for three weeks. Last time I swam I managed two lengths before giving up. I blame my hernia, and my never-ending cold.
I suspect that Glen, who's also got two young kids to bring up, doesn't waste too much time on excuses.
I shall go to the gym tomorrow - promise. In memory of Tamsin, and in honour of Glen. In the meantime, let me know if you'd like to make it a TRSNYRC sponsorship campaign. We have 10 days.
My godfather John, by the way, has the greatest laugh. That's not strictly relevant, but I thought I'd mention it. As a boy, I remember him listening to recordings of American comedian Bob Newhart while tears of laughter rolled down his face.
Apologies for the recent blog silence, by the way. I've had a lot on. But that, as usual, is just an excuse. I swear by excuses. Which is probably why I can't swim for six minutes, let alone six hours.