For the past week I’ve been working in my new house. I have ripped out the carpets and the last few days I have been working on getting the old tiles out of the bathroom. My goodness, what a sh*tty job that is! What was I thinking to do that sort of work by myself? I should have just left it for the workers that are coming in next week. My arms are so sore and the backyard looks like a dump. But… the tiles are off and the bathroom looks horrible.

Work at the pool has been great this week. I’ve got a new boy that I am teaching. He used to be in one of the swimming classes of Joan, but it didn’t work out between the two of them. The boy is really scared of the water and I think that Joan doesn’t have the patience to teach him. His mum had come to the reception to ask her money back. You can either pay per lesson or get a package of lessons for a set price until they reach a certain level. She had bought a package, but wanted to pull him from the lessons after talking to Joan.

I felt sorry for the little boy. I have worked with very scared kids before on a regular basis at my old job, so I asked her if she wanted to give me a chance. She wasn’t sure, because the poor kid was even having nightmares about it and she was thinking about waiting until he was older. So I explained to her how I wanted to do things and if it didn’t work out she could always pull him out and get her money back. She agreed, so Thursday he came to my lesson. It was an one-on-one lesson and his mum came into the water too. The first few lessons will be based on winning his trust and learning to feel comfortable in the water. At first he was screaming and crying, but at the end of the lesson I got him to pick up some water toys from the bottom of the steps. It felt like a major victory and I can’t wait till the next lesson with him.

Thursday evening I was back in the gym. I don’t know why I dragged myself to that place, because my muscles were aching from working in my house. When I was walking my boxing session off on the treadmill Robert jumped on the treadmill next to me. I was friendly to the guy - I really was - but it didn’t take long for him to start complaining to me. He asked me out again, but when I said I didn’t want to go out on a date he got pissed off. He was complaining that I didn’t want to give him a chance, that I was hanging out with the wrong guys who trying to brainwash me, blah, blah, blah. So I told him that in the beginning I thought he was a nice guy and that I had fun the day we were at the beach together, but that lately all he does is complain to me about the things I do and people I hang out with. I told him to stop it, because I was getting tired of the drama and that maybe - if he could act normal - things would have been different.

After I said that to him I got off the treadmill and walked to the changerooms, but he came after me and grabbed my arm. He was actually hurting it with his tight grip and I told him to let go of my arm. He said to me: “I am warning you, Lee is not good enough for you. He will only hurt you. And Pete has a girlfriend now so he’s not going to be there for you either.” When he said that I got so angry at him. Who does he think he is? I told him to let go of my arm or I would knock his teeth out (yes, I would have been capable of that, I was so angry) and to leave me alone. He let go of my arm and I quickly walked away. I am so tired of all his drama - what a freaking dramaqueen…