The Foggy Bottom Boys

The world was hidden in a thick blanket of fog today. But against all odds, it came back again, perhaps it was an April Fool.
I have a break from guitar lessons so that gave me more time to negotiate my way out of having to practise.
It was such a lovely day once the fog had faded, we revisited Hilsea Lido park. This small but colourful park is mostly sand and has some short but very slippery slides. I banged my nose twice trying to climb up the red curly slide.
Next door is the old Lido splashpond, it used to be a very wide kidney-shaped paddling pool a few inches deep but has now been refurbished and kitted out along the same lines as the D_Day museum splashpark, with squirting chairs, a chain bridge and brightly coloured stepping nodules. It was closed. I asked to go into the water park next to it, but the old Lido itself is still a big rusty hole in the ground and very very closed.
After Gymnastics I tried on my Roman Toga. It is Celts and Romans day tomorrow and there is a pitched battle scheduled to see who will be the winning tribe.
Jof has excelled herself again with my Imperial Roman outfit, with braiding and a belt and everything. Look haughty for the picture, she said, so I am being one of those statuesque street performers being Caesar the Invincible preparing to conquer a vassal nation. I have a laurel wreath of gold leaves and one tug on the bow on that gold belt might cause unrequired draughts and possibly gales, of laughter.