No. Not top goalkeeper Michael Cooper.
Me.
This month – known as one of the busiest of the year – has been very busy. Not that it’s been bad busy.
We did this. And we also did this (and this and this). Oh, and this too, I suppose.
But aside from being away, when we were at home, we were also busy. Football, social events, football social events, horseriding (not me) etc etc etc. And so I had… mmm… “neglected” the pool a bit.
So when the time came to open it up for the Christmas week… well…
Oh dear.
Three weeks of hot weather and an opaque pool cover will allow this to happen. Especially if no-one intervenes. That no-one being me. Because I did not intervene at all, and the pool took the opportunity and returned to nature.
Let me be honest, though: this is the worst that I have ever seen a pool under my management. Ever. And by a long way too. But records are made to be broken, and this one was. Comprehensively.
Time to fight back then, but not much time, given the proximity of the festive season.
I attacked. And less than 48 hours later, after a bit of hard work and some extremely toxic chemicals, this:
Ka – if I might be so bold – boom.
Crystal clear. Inviting. Sorted. Altogether:
What a save.
So. Let the good times roll. Just as soon as I have cooked my gammon (not a euphemism) and made a final decision on some wine for tomorrow: the Penhill 2016 Shiraz (only 6000 bottles produced) is clearly leading the way right now.
Enjoy your day.