They set the pool up just over a week ago, while I was at work. We had a week of warm weather, and were checking the temperature daily to see if it was warm enough to go in. And then last night, for whatever reason, perhaps because of the cooler weather we’ve had the last couple of days, someone said at dinner, “Do you realize we got the pool set up in July and we might not even swim in it until August?” This could not be allowed, so they all got into their swim togs and went to consider the situation:
And then they checked the thermometer:
I realize it’s a terrible picture, but even so, I’m sure you can tell that it says slightly less than 20 Celcius, perhaps about 18, and that would make it about 65 Fahrenheit. Sane people would call it a day and go help their Mum with chicken chores, but we’re not entirely sane around here (or perhaps freezing your backside off is better than chores) and they did indeed go in. For which I have no picture! Not because the in/out was done at the speed of light (though that’s almost true) but because when people saw the pictures of themselves in bathing suits, they excercised their rights to edit what goes on the blog. Sorry – you’ll just have to imagine the excruciating faces they made when they got in past their waists.