I’ve never understood that line from ‘Jaws’. I always assumed there was a sexal connotation as it is Quint who delivers it but I struggled to make sense of it.
Today we took Matthew swimming again, at the local leisure centre. It’s been closed for some time for a major revamp. It now looks stunning. Unfortuantely, the customer service was not upgraded at the same time.
I pay for us to swim and we humpf our swimming bag, Matthew’s bag, a grumbling Matthew himself and an inflated rubber ring to the entry barriers. Seeing as the receptionist is paying us no attention I assume we can walk through - they are subway style turnstyles - but when I try they refuse to turn. I back up, with some difficulty, laden as I am and then the receptionist shouts over; “You need to be buzzed in!”
We look at her, at each other, then back to her. “Gonnae dae it then?!” I shout back.
It was more her manner than the message that annoyed me, as if I was SUPPOSED to know that she hadn’t buzzed me in yet.
Anyway, we swam for ages and forgot about all that. Matthew is a confident “swimmer”, always wanting to roll onto his belly and kick his legs. When he dunks his face in the water, it shocks him but he is not fazed by it, shaking off the water, catching his breath and trying again. He’s only wee though so after a while his lips start to turn blue and we have tp take him out. Getting him dry and ready in the changing rooms is an adventure.
We decide to have lunch in the centre and again, the customer service is shocking. J’s young cousin came with us, as he’s training to take a lifeguard assessment and he joined us for lunch. After giving us our teas and coffees and J’s sandwhich, D and I sit waiting on our bacon sandwhiches for close to fifteeen minutes. When I go to check on them the (new) staff member seems more concerned on whether or not I had paid for them. I assure her that “Yes, I have paid for the sandwhiches that I have not got” and she goes to make them. We sit and grumble and determine that we won’t be coming back here for food.
Then the bacon sandwhices come. OMG. I AM SO COMING BACK HERE FOR FOOD. You see, the bacon was DELI BACON. All CRISPY and CRUMBLY and OOZING in FAT and TASTE. I inhale it and so does D. The Lagoon’s sins are forgiven. J is still not too impressed but then, she didn’t try the bacon.
And then in the evening I posted the week’s worth of blog posts that I had written but not actually got around to posting. Sorry guys. I’ll try and do better.