We'd got a plan in place and everything - I was going to drop the two female Dominoes off at Kiddy Ballet [CULTURAL ELITE], head round the block to the pool, do a few lengths, and get back to ballet in time to pick them up. But no.
This means that there is now no Swimming Pool open in Derby City Centre.
Working in the Arts [see CE], I know all too well that there's NO MONEY IN THE POT. I get that.
But be honest, is this really anyone's idea of a city?
Having said that, I do appreciate the irony of closing down the Queen's Leisure Centre on Liz's 90th birthday.
The nearest good quality pool (the Queens was, to be honest, a sh*t hole but it was convenient) is in the town where I was born. Not a million miles away but not exactly handy.
Grump.
EDIT: oft of this parish and someone who I frequently add to a list of 'Friends who I am yet to meet', SwissLet is running the London Marathon again this weekend - as before, sling him a few quid if you are able as he's running in aid of the MS Trust.
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