Swimming pool blues

I seem to be going through a tough couple of days here in Norfolk.  I arrived at the fitness centre today minus card (I think I left it behind last time I was there) & once the lady at the desk had looked for it & then found me in their system via my name, she said 'oh, you're not wanting to go to the swimming pool!  They've drained it...'  Just my luck.  I hadn't showered since Friday (waaay too long).  So no idea why.  She assured me there was no crack (for non UK people - there was a swimming pool that collapsed on various users in London a couple of years ago), so I figure someone must have died there.  Also not good.

So we went to our next next most local pool, which was hideously awful.  The water tasted funny.  And was cloudy.  There were two lap lanes with only one marker.  (It turns out that the locals need that little bit more room for their laps so use two lanes as one).  Dodgey lighting.  The very worst of English radio music.  The times I feel the desire to listen to dance music are limited, in the pool is not one of them.  And no private showers.  And surrounded by English people who shower in their bathers.  I think it could have been one of Dante's circles.

BTW did I mention that the swimming pool was in March, but it was the 28th of Feb???