“33” It was a glorious day and we were down at picnic rock, Sue, Lisa, Steve, Paul and me.
“62”, Steve exploded out of the water with an exaggerated gasp, “see, I knew I could beat a minute”. “That’s because you spend your time breathing out your arse” Paul shouted, pulling his t-shirt over his head and belly flopping into the water. “I’ll show you, I’ve got a talent for this” as his head disappeared under the water.
“63” Steve had a look of thunder, Paul had stolen his glory.
“66” Something was wrong. I jumped in and headed to the bottom. Paul was frantically trying to release his foot from a half buried shopping trolley. I reached in and pulled it free, we both rose to the surface like corks.
I might not be able to hold my breath for a minute, but I can swim like a fish.