Swimming was cancelled today due to an accident in the pool. That's all I know. One of the dads told me as I arrived and I didn't ask any more about it. Should I have done? I'm one of these people that when I'm driving and there's an accident on the other carriageway I don't look. I don't want to see what has happened. What's the best thing I could hope to see? I don't even like the name of some internal organs so why would I want to see a lifeless corpse or a smashed in face of a human being? And that's why I didn't ask what had happened. In hindsight I should have said, "Ooo nothing serious I hope?", and delicately got the info out of him because I already knew that Kerry would be asking me far more questions than I knew about the incident. I checked the news when I got home to see if anyone had died!
Afterwards Kerry's Dad, Mr Pig and I caught the train, the Santa Special to Ramsbottom. Santa came into the carriage but Pig was asleep, thank God! Kerry would have ripped me a new arsehole if Pig and Santa would have met without her being there, which she wasn't! Pig wasn't keen on remaining in his pram on the walk back so I gave him a shoulder ride. I felt like I was on a military yomp.
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| "Sheep On't Way to Swimming" |
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| "Santa Pig" |
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| "Train Folk" |
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