“Did you enjoy that?” They were in the changing rooms, struggling into their bathing costumes.
“It wasn’t too bad.” Rose emitted a happy sigh, secretly glad that the gym session was all over. “Now you get to do something which I love.”
They walked past the shower cubicles and a cleaning lady who was swiping the disabled toilet with an antiseptic-smeared mop.
“You were always brilliant at swimming.” Shelly spat her gum into a bin. “I swear you could have represented Great Britain in the Olympics.”
Rose shook her head. “I doubt it. Remember all the eye infections and verrucas I suffered with? Not to mention the thousands of other faster, better swimmers than me. No, swimming is just a very nice hobby.”
Shelly wrinkled her nose. “Mum showed me her feet when I went to visit the other
