So…swimming. Hmmmm. There’s nothing I like more than a good 30 lengths to start the day – she lied. I go though, because it’s doing me good. I know that, because I’ve been told it is.
Who’d have thought the simple task of swimming a few lengths could be so fraught. But it is, for several reasons…
Scenario 1 – Pile everything in, put token in, firmly shut door, walk towards pool and realise I’ve:
a) still got my glasses on
b) still got my watch on
c) still got my flip-flops on
d) still got all three on
Scenario 2 – Pile everything in, put token in, firmly shut door… realise it’s broken as ‘locked’ door swings gaily open again. Token can’t be retrieved. Do I:
a) nip out to reception in bather, scaring all small children en route
b) try to catch eye of unsuspecting attendant – who’ll invariably ignore the middle-aged woman frantically beckoning, shouting ‘coo-ey’ and waving a purse in his direction Keep on reading!