There is this really, really irritating woman who has joined our aqua-aerobics class.
Actually, I am being unfair. She isn't guilty of any of the incredibly
annoying habits of some of my fellow participants. She never jumps the queue for the showers, for example, nor does she spread all her clothes out over the bench in the communal changing room so that nobody else can sit down. I haven't once heard
her whingeing and moaning about (i) the water being too cold; (ii) the water being too warm; (iii) the lockers being too small; (iv) the changing room being too crowded - or any of the other whinges and moans I hear every week. Obviously I don't whinge
and /or moan. In retirement, I have developed a kind of laisser-faire, what-will-be-will-be, Life's-Too-Short mentality which is most restful. Except that this particular woman is really, really irritating me.
It's all down to her hair. She has this beautifully neat, silvery-fair, bobbed hair which frames her face in a most becoming fashion. And which never, ever seems to get wet, however strenuous our aqua-aerobics
session may be. How does she do it? How does she manage to emerge from the water with every hair in place, while I clamber out of the pool with my not-so-lustrous locks plastered to my head and stringy dreadlocks dripping down my neck?
Now you might imagine that it is because she is not as energetic in her pursuit of aqua-aerobical excellence as I am. But nobody could ever accuse me of over-stretching myself - I am most economical in
my use of arms and legs when exercising. In fact when I am in the pool, you could probably, quite accurately, call me a Labour Saving Device...
Next time I see her, I shall watch
her more closely to see if I can pick up any hairy hints (obviously, because I won't have my specs on, I shall have to stand quite close to her - I hope she won't feel challenged by me invading her personal space.) Perhaps we could become pals? She does
have a sweet face and I am blessed with a forgiving nature. There you are, I've forgiven her already - and all in the space of writing the Daily Blog.
Blog, by the way, set a new record for readers. In 24 hours, 440 people read my blog about the life and death of Maxie, the "Best of Cats."
I am calling it the Maxie Factor...