I've always wanted a swimming pool. And it was hot on Sunday. Very hot. So, it seemed an excellent idea to go shopping for a small inflatable 'pool' to play in... one that might fit all of us, rather than the teensy 20-cent-coin sized number we got last Summer for Fern to splash around in.
At the shops, there was only one pool on the shelf. And it was on sale! "Do you reckon it will fit?" I asked my husband.
"Yes, it'll fit" he replied.
Shopping is hardly a recreational pursuit with 2 children, so we snapped it up, got it home and opened up the box.
We started pumping.
And pumping.
And pumping.
And then we got the hose out and started filling.
And filling.
And filling.
While we waited, I read the entire Harry Potter novel series cover to cover.
And then we peeked. Our little blow-up pool filled the entire courtyard, with all the furniture removed! We stuck a toe in. It was like dipping a toe into the deep-freeze at the supermarket! My husband bravely dove in. I sat on the sidelines and pondered the meaning of buyers remorse.
I picked up the box and skimmed the capital warning emblazoned across the top. How did we manage to miss the fact that this monstrosity requires a fence!
$40 for the pool.
$4000 for a pool fence?!!?!
Eventually I braved the cold and slid in, one limb at a time... we made a pitcher of icy-cold (to match the water) sparkling water and I pureed some hummus. We enjoyed a lovely hour or so in the sunshine like that. Of course, now the afternoon is over I'm wondering what to do with my inflatable 3m pool - now filled with a zillion tonnes of water? I've already extracted 300 watering cans-full, the garden is now drowning -- so much for the Aussie drought! What to do with the rest?!
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| Dan is diggin the new pool... on another note, can you believe his awful attempt at 'Movember'? |
Free to good home: One as-new inflatable 3m swimming pool. x