The pool has been a bone of great contention. When we moved here it was on the must have list of requirements. Back in blighty Blakeney we converted a pond into a splash pool. The boys were using it for inflatables pre-conversion so to avoid catching dysentery or some such when also diving in to retrieve treasures thrown by youngest, then toddler age, we emptied out flora and fauna and added some nice tiles and a couple of chlorine tabs.
Small it was, bad the weather was, great fun still for boys and friends and unfair to move to better weather and not one have.
Pre-conversion,
Who needs a beach?
So we rented a house with pool but arrived at a house with swamp. Green it was and green it stayed those first few months and cross was I and offspring too. Frustrated, we closed it down for winter in the hope that all would be resolved come following spring. It wasn't, not even after a full on raving middle aged loony mother, shouting match, with recalcitrant landlord, witnessed by mortified off-spring one not so sunny day.
So a formal letter was sent, this is France, threats of withheld rent made, and finally come July in time for the long summer break we had a fully functioning pool, if a bit rough around the edges literally;that concrete needs filling. And there, on lounger, lay I for the best part of two months; car issues have their advantages, another blog peutêtre . I do love France.
The boys on the other hand, after all their bloody moaning, had to be blackmailed off their various
electronic satanic beasts to use it!
Summer 2013
Amazing what happens when the internet is turned off.
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