Pumping iron pom style

If I wasn't Australian, I would have to be Scottish. I have a deep affinity with them. This is not because I have short arms and deep pockets, it is more to do with our mutual opinion of the countrymen of this small island. Also known as THE FOOKIN' ENGLISH.

I really must learn to be more tolerant. It's just that I am used to things like a decent work ethic, logic and common sense. I am told I will eventually get used to not experiencing these things from others.

But listen to me eh? It sounds like I am moaning and complaining - so things are obviously rubbing off on me to a certain degree then.

Truth be told, they do a lot of things well over here, so it's not all tales of woe.

After trawling all over the place since we got here, we have also finally found a gym that suits us to a tee. It's a council gym, like the one we were members of back home. They have a 30 metre pool, which is HUGE for over here. One of the other gyms we looked at had an 18 metre pool. When I exclaimed '18 metres!' I was rather snootily told 'This is London'.

What's the point of a pool length where a girl could stand at one end and be able to pee to the other?

The staff at our gym smile at you all the time, are really polite and address you by name.
I love it and I can't stop grinning like an idiot when I am there.