Every summer, my phone starts endlessly pinging with people getting in contact. I start to feel popular and then I remember: it’s June, it’s hot, and I have a swimming pool.
Once again, my friends are crawling out of the woodwork the moment it warms up. You can’t blame them, they want to go for a dip, we have a pool and I am someone who likes operating on an open house basis. Though it’s a great opportunity to catch up and see the children playing together, sometimes I feel like I need a booking form to organise and log all the different swimming requests.
There’s the teenagers who seem to invade once or twice a week when they have finished their exams or are on long university holidays. Then, there’s our friends who live in London and want to escape for the weekend and entertain their offspring. And finally, the playdates after school.
Shorts
Everyone is welcome and as Charlie, my husband and I often say to each other, what is the point of having a pool if we can’t share it?
