Of pools and plongeurs

This weekend has been really interesting and great fun too. First of all it was time to formally open up the pool for swimming. Now this involved quite a lot of hard work on both dad's and my part as it needed a really good clean, filter, and top up. My role was to regularly taste the water to see that it complied with European standards as we are very hot on that kind of thing here in France!

No sooner than it was open but who should arrive - Auntie Mary and Uncle Tim together with my great mate Fig. Well, as you regular readers can imagine, the people got straight down to that bottle stuff whilst Fig and I got in some serious chasing and wrestling. Then, to everyone's surprise, Uncle Tim declared that he was going for a swim.


The water was at 21 degrees so it was not too bad, and he complied fully with the reulation for the Premier Plongeur 2010 competition by diving in. Normally this competition is open to allcomers but I am afraid Uncle Tim beat them all to it this year and was duly presented with the bottle of fizzy stuff by mum and I.



Then it was back to socialising with dad and Uncle Tim trying out the newly completed BBQ area for size but without any glasses in their hands!



After several hours of us tearing about in the sunshine, Fig and I decided a bit of R&R was called for so we joined the adults who were also taking it easy. I must say by the time Fig and his mum and dad left, I was completely shattered and not much was heard from me that evening (or the next day come to that).