08:15 Sunday morning, I was dragged from the comfort of being at home with my toys to training camp at the Pool from Daddy's private pool.
We arrive, all armed and rearing to go. I'm armed with my swim train gear, Daddy's armed with his camera, Mummy's armed with her excitement! M&D are always well coordinated, just as if they are synchronised doing the Calum dance. Mum takes 5 mins to dress me, at which point Daddy is in the changing room putting on his gear. He enters the pool area and sees me in the water rearing to go and naturally this inspires him to take out his camera to start clicking
Suddenly Mr Life Guard marches over to Daddy, "Oh no" I think to myself, we shouldn't have started to take pictures as it was knowingly a total breach of protocol, now we are going to be warned or worse, KICKED OUT.
On this occasion, it was not just the WORSE that happened, it was the WORSE WORSE. Five full minutes (nothing less & nothing more) of a great paddle in the pool, we were informed that there was thunderstorm warning. Mum and I reluctantly got out of the pool, Daddy on the other hand had no reluctance issues, as he hadn't even managed to dip a finger in the pool.
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| No swim & No food either .....a LONG wait for the Dim Sum restaurant to open |
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| Expressions speak louder than words - I DON'T want to eat, I WANT to Swim |
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