Today I swam at my "club".
I like to do my 20 daily laps, kicking and moving as one does in the pool, begoggled, hatless and wet.
But a mermaid at the other end of the slow lane yelled down at me from a distance of one lap. She had some splashing issues
I motioned her to come towards me. We met halfway down the slow lane. She got close to my face. It was a scene from High Lagoon. She told me, that I was kicking too hard, and splashing her and her friend in the pool. She asked me what I was doing there, in the pool, (“her pool”, she seemed to be implying).
I told her I had been a member of David Lloyd, for over two years, and she didn’t own the pool, but I moved over into the other lane anyway, and carried on swimming with renewed vigour.