by Keith Evans
Winter has arrived. The crabs have disappeared, doing whatever crabs do in the Winter. The penguin has reappeared, perched on top of the iceberg in the pool. The polar bear however has not reappeared. Probably hibernating, sensible chap.
Trevor & Phil have been busy as usual. They were staggering around with metal poles and frames last week. I thought they were assembling a cage for naughty kids but no such luck. It turned out to be scaffolding to reach a leak in the roof. I wouldn't have bothered. I'd have put a boat on the puddle & use it as another exhibit.
It's been fairly quiet recently as one might expect. One irritating matriarch with a down-trodden husband appeared on Waterfront. Brandishing a token she said "Now what do I do with this?" Don't tempt me, I thought. I started her off. "Oh Horace, isn't this jolly" she said. Horace was slumped on the bench staring glumly down at the decking. I was never so relieved to see the red light on the consul go out. "Come on Horace, I'm going up the tower" she said. Horace followed obediently. I'd push her off it I were you Horace, I thought.
On another quiet session, the fans had been off most of the time, a couple of ancient, very ancient, OAPs came dancing across the Hall as fast as their walking sticks would take them. "Can we have a go on the boats?" she asked gleefully. I set them off. Squeals of laughter echoed across the pool as the boats went around in circles. After it was over they thanked me & went off up the ramp. I fully expected to see them jump into the liferaft. Why can't all kids be so pleasant?
