There is a little-known connection between books and swimming. That is, on the way out to spend another day sitting in a sweltering swimming hall for up to eight or nine hours, to watch Offspring swim for about five minutes all told, I tend to take something to read. A book. Or two.
   There have been swimming competitions over the last two weekends. Offspring did well, taking times of his PBs and winning medals, and generally enjoying himself. I got too hot and a sore back... but I also read a few books, which explains why there is a sudden upsurge in the book review section.