We had an above ground pool, classy.
Anyway, it sprung a leak and had to be patched.
It was winter and bloody cold.
One of us had to swim down and fix it. Mark said he couldn't because he wore glasses and couldn't see under water.
I reckon he lied.
I borrowed a neighbour's wet suit and goggles and swam down with the patch, I kept on bobbing up so then I put on weights around my waist. I still kept on bobbing up.
Mark had a great idea, he held me down with a broom.
Fixed it.
To top it all off I had a panic attack because I got stuck in the wet suit and couldn't get out of the bastard of a thing.
I'm never, ever going snorkelling.
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