Made it to the pool today after a week of failing to do so. Swam up and down for half an hour. So far so good. Got out, into shower, just about to put shampoo on head when off went the fire alarm.
Hmm. Dilema: is it better to risk incineration by going an getting clothes on, or guarantee public mortification by having to stand about in one's swimsuit shivering until the fire brigade arrive?
No contest. Clothes were applied (by me and a very pregnant lady who clearly took the same view of events).
We then joined the (shivering, swimsuit-clad) other pool users by the edge of the pool because the attendants wouldn't let us leave - who can say why - until they had received the approval of their manager.
I still don't know if there really was a fire or if someone was smoking in the loo. A fire engine did arrive, however. But I stick by my choice!
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I like the way you were all compelled to remain in the burning building...
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