In 12 hours time, I’ll be taking part in an event called True Stories Told Live.
In an upstairs room in a London pub, in front of 80 or so strangers, I’ll be speaking for 10 minutes, without notes.
You can probably guess what my story is about: my unique and lovely daughter.
Some of the speech will refer to things I’ve mentioned on this blog. It will also reveal an uncomfortable truth I’ve never said out loud before.
I hope it goes well. I hope I’ve judged the tone right. I hope I can get through it.
I’m slightly worried that most of my practising has been done as an internal monologue whilst swimming. Although if the dry-land recitation is looking wobbly, a friend has promised to don a pair of red shorts and throw me a life-ring.
At the risk of drowning in swimming analogies, I'm going to be throwing myself in at the deep end. I need to pace myself, and - most importantly of all - I must remember to breath.
I’ll see you in the changing rooms afterwards.
Video is John Williams - Theme From Jaws
Video is Frightened Rabbit - Swim Until You Can't See Land
