Tuffy-Cat and I helped Richard to clean the pool this evening.
Some granular sand from the filtering system has dropped onto the bottom of the pool (I’m honestly not sure how it got there, but never mind). Richard was trying to vacuum it up. Our job was to keep nudging the long pool brush, sweeping the sand into a little pile beneath the weir. He managed to suck up some of it with a pool pipe.
(But, just between you and me, it wasn’t all that effective… I didn’t want to point out to him that he needed a proper pool vacuum cleaner, as I didn’t want to cause offence. Perhaps they don’t possess one – this is Africa, after all…)
I also closely observed Richard, while he was trying to dislodge some granules of filter sand, which had gotten stuck inside the electrolysis plates of the salt-water chlorinator. Much to my alarm, he was using a metal spatula thingy, which looked like quite a dangerous weapon!
When Reggie saw what he was planning to do, she begged me to stick close to him: “Without you keeping a watchful eye on things, Flat Kathy, I’m afraid we might need a new chlorinator!!”
Luckily, the operation was successful.
We – that is Richard, Reggie, Tuffy-Cat and me – spent much of the evening just chilling out in front of the telly. I think we watched Mythbusters, Ninja Warrior and something about men who look for meteorites!
It all felt so homely.