12 August 2008

wincing at the cold spring water


I'm desperately getting the pool back into shape after its earlier disguise as the great green greasy Limpopo River.

I'm emptying it and refilling it; I'm sweeping every dust bug from the floor; I'm timing the fillings so I can monitor the cleaning.

The silly face is because, up to now, it's been a soup temperature Limpopo; now it's being filled from our well that fills endlessly from the mountains and provides clean drinkable water.

I once made the gaffe of telling some gaffer that we filled our pool with drinking water. He used it agin me, even tho' it was true and it got a very nice lady returning with me to have a taste.

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