Sally, Emily, Zoe and Nan togged up. Suddenly there was a small drama. Nan, who is the only person I know who can swim without a bathing hat and keep her hair dry was drenched. In the 'fun' end there is a giant bucket fed by water. The contraption is designed to topple over at a particular water level. There are warning bells, but nan did not understand what they meant.
Despite the soaking they all had fun and we ended with a feast of hot food, doughnuts etc.
Everyone is now resting, except for Sally who is charging about sorting child care and Ian who is at his second day of work.
One of the cars is in for minor repairs and we are improvising with one. It was a bit hairy following Sally along roads we were not familiar, even the SATNAV got confused, but I managed to keep the Camry in the convoy.
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I also don't get my hair wet when I swim ... maybe something to do with how we learnt to swim [or just our age:) ]
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