having not been swimming since my last day in singapore, back in june —

it was an extremely hot day. matt and nellie and i decided that going to the neighbourhood pool would be better than hanging around the city being taunted by lunatics at the donut shop in town. the bishan pool looked like when the simpsons get a pool in their yard, ergh, kids everywhere, swimming in all directions. we were swimming along the pool floor, testing lung capacity, when nellie surfaced and said, “i think someone poo’d in the pool”. matt obligingly swam off to investigate, returning to say, “i think it *is* poo — i fanned it and it moved and left a brown trail in the water.” speedily we swam, screaming, down to the other end of the pool. we were able to scream because we kept our heads out of the water, but why we were even still *in* the water is something else to ponder. we remained in the pool for another hour until we were wrinkly, scrunching up our faces and making jokes like, “we put the poo in pool!”

— and what with it being the first day of school holidays and all, i was somehat apprehensive about venturing into cook+philip for a swim. would there be pain? and screaming children? yes, but not too much.

i guess the afl grand final, which apparently is quite an important date in the football calendar, kept a lot of people home. and the food and wine fair across the road kept a lot of people standing in queues waiting to be fed. it was 32 laps of near-empty lane pleasure!

swimming makes me hungry.