I’m being looked after by a
social worker. I don’t really know why the state has suddenly decided that I need
to be looked after. The social worker has suggested that we go swimming and
that I meet up with my friends there. We set off in her car which is a small
brown fiat and there’s not much room in it. We pull up at a car park behind a
pool. I explain that we’re at the wrong pool and that the pool that I regularly
go to is much bigger. The social worker explains that we’re here because the
car parking here is much cheaper. We go in and the pool is tiny. It’s literally
a ten-foot square in the ground. Even though I can swim and swim regularly, the
social worker insists that I try and paddle towards her. There’s a group of
people standing at the edge waiting to go in. I just shrug and do what I’m
told.
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