Last weekend I was hanging out with fellow mum Miss P,
when we got onto the topic of swimming.
We both sighed. A sigh of a sweet summer of swimming with
our kids but also a deep sigh as we started discussing pool logistics.
Ahhh….. swimming. What should be so simple is such a
logistical nightmare.
Pool season is upon us. I went to a large pool in my area
on Saturday. It was hot outside so it was the place to be. The carpark was
packed and I spent fifteen minutes stalking and circling fellow bathers in my
car, hoping they’d be on the move. The mega shopping centre nearby was heaving
and I managed to find a park somewhere in the suburb nearby. I was cranky and
hot and sweaty with my swimmers on underneath my frock. Alfie was a sweating,
slippery mass, fidgeting and annoyed.
