When the twins were very little (not quite 1) we stayed in a place in Cornwall, a vaguely resorty place. There were a few well-appointed cottages and a central converted farmhouse that had, among other things, a nice swimming pool. There were a number of other guests in the other cottages, mostly families like ours. Parents and kids.
What was really striking about this place was that there was a roster for the swimming pool. You put your name down for a timeslot, and at that time the pool was all yours. You couldn't use it without booking. I mentioned to the guy who ran the place that this seemed a little strange. He said to me that the reason for this was so that you could use the pool without having to worry about having to deal with other people who were using the pool, and what struck me at the time was that to him (and, I suspect, to the other people there) that seemed a perfectly good and sensible arrangement.
To me this just sounded horribly English.
About Me
- SleepingMan
- Sydney, NSW, Australia
- I've lived in Australia, US, UK and Singapore and I've been to North Korea, Ukraine, Colombia. I live in a very sparsely-furnished flat in Sydney. I have a real job (and a graduate degree from an Ivy League university) and in my spare time I play piano, think too much and play tennis. I'm actively trying to make my life more bizarre.
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Hey Bud! Don't knock the English, we had some great ideas;
Cricket
Rugby
Steak and Kidney pie
and Pavlova (opps...that one's yours:-)
New Zealanders will argue passionately that the pav is a kiwi invention. They're probably right, but you can still have a lot of fun with them about it.
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