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I
had an argument with Kay. We were both seething. The argument took
place during a weekend on the Isle of Man. We had an afternoon to
kill before our flights home. It was winter and few places were
open. There was no left luggage place at Ronaldsway Airport, so
we had to drag our suitcases around all day, wondering whether we
might be better off if we just ditched them in a hedge for a bit.
Miraculously, we ended up at Castletown swimming pool. I think this place might be the smallest municipal pool in the world. It is tiny, old, run-down and lovely. We swam for an hour. I showed Kay how to do tumble turns. Two strokes got you from one side of the pool to the other. I swam a length underwater. It was the adult equivalent of mucking about. Life got better. |
 
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