I arrived at 6:45. That's quarter to seven on a Sunday morning. And, I was eighth.
That tells you how few pools there are in the area. Fortunately, I got one of the 15 places on offer.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Swimming lessons
Bizarre. That's the word that comes to mind when I think about my morning. I spent over three hours standing outside, in the cold, waiting in line for a place for my son in swimming lessons classes (too late to type sensibly).
I arrived at 6:45. That's quarter to seven on a Sunday morning. And, I was eighth.
That tells you how few pools there are in the area. Fortunately, I got one of the 15 places on offer.
I arrived at 6:45. That's quarter to seven on a Sunday morning. And, I was eighth.
That tells you how few pools there are in the area. Fortunately, I got one of the 15 places on offer.
