The Pool Shed
In early 2004 I was ill. Again. Since having had ME in the late 80s, I hadn't ever really recovered and here I was in bed with yet more unexplained symptoms and aching muscles. The trouble was, this time it was sort of my own fault... I had decided, in my infinite wisdom, that getting fitter would be good and had decided on swimming. I have always loved swimming and I didn't fancy a gym membership (too much like hard work) or aerobics (everyone ends up the same shape) or cycling (Welsh hills too, er, hilly). But every time I went swimming, I got ill through the bugs in the pools. I'd tried ever more exclusive (and expensive) health clubs and then the last straw came when I approached one previously ok pool at a health club locally and asked how often they cleaned their pool. They asked why I wanted to know and when I explained they instantly banned me from the premises on the basis that I could get ill and sue them.... triffic. So h...