I’m going to paint you a picture. But first wait. I have to wipe the sunscreen off my computer screen.
OK…turquoise swimming pool. Check.
Freshly planted rice paddies. Check.
Green juice delivered to my sun lounger from the NEW coconut and juice warung 10 seconds from my front door. Check.
Fully charged Kindle. Check.
While we were away in England our lovely landlady decided to put a swimming pool in our garden. Actually she decided this before we left but it was only finished while were away. It turns out it takes a reaaaaaalllllyyyyyyy long time to build a pool. In fact here’s a maths conundrum for you…
How long does it take twelve workmen working with just one wheelbarrow to make a swimming pool?
Three months. Yes. Three months. But partly this is I think because every time I glanced out the window they were all asleep under the bale. They managed to heft about two wheelbarrow loads of dirt a day. But I’m not complaining, because it’s not like I could dig a hole in hard ground in this weather. I’d give up after the first dull thwack of the spade against earth.
John and I didn’t really want a pool. We questioned the environmental cost and just the cost. But our landlady insisted and paid for it. So hell, now we have a pool and it’s totally transformed my life. Not that I’ve been in it yet mind. It’s far too cold for that. I have to be scorched to a crisp, dripping in sweat and gasping before I’ll get in a pool, unless it’s heated. I am a wuss when it comes to the cold. Any kind of cold. Ask anyone who knows me. In July when we went back to the UK I was wearing thermals. My body goes into shock if you put a fan in my face. On airplanes I have to ask for extra blankets and socks.
Anyway, it’s transformed my life because now I can sit outside in a patch of morning sun dipping my toes in while drinking my coffee. I can sit out here and write while my laptop slowly melts, instead of sitting at my desk inside feeling a little like I’m in prison (albeit one with room service and a hotline to all my favourite restaurants).
Alula spends every waking moment in it and has perfected her mermaid swim (‘mummy, do you know why there are waves in the sea? It’s because of the mermaids swimming.’ I don’t have the heart to tell her that it’s actually to do with the gravitational pull of the moon. There’s time for that.) I also had to teach her that it’s not OK to pee in our pool.
It’s an awesome babysitter too. Alula’s sixth birthday was a Princess Pool party. My friends pop around with their kids and we sit on the sunloungers drinking coconuts and watching them swim.
There will be no skinny-dipping though. The last time we tried to get some privacy and locked the gate, the gardener leapt over the wall.