Not us not no swimming in the outdoor pool

This is ridiculous. I haven't been to David Lloyd for five months but yesterday, with six guest passes sitting in my DL app, I decided that on a beautiful sunny day I'd go mad and actually take the kids OUT. OF. THE. HOUSE. Controversial I know. 

We got there with an hour's swimming left to run, which we hoped meant we'd missed hordes of other people's shrieking kids. As it turned out, not only had we missed them, we'd missed the swimming time too. Although the DL website had signposted a 5pm finish at the outdoor pool, the 12 year old receptionist waved a rather grubby piece of paper at me on which the 5pm had been crossed out in biro, and replaced by 4pm. She offered to let me take a photo of the paper as proof that she had refused us entry, which was kind of her. 

Turned out the lifeguard (also 12) had knocked off for the day, and despite the fact that the pool is about 1.5m deep and the kids all good swimmers over the age of 12 supervised by a responsible adult (that would be me), we were still banished to the indoor pool. 

To add insult to injury, the following day David Lloyd emailed me to let me know I was late restarting my monthly payments, but the amount they were asking for was £10 more than my previous monthly payments. I pointed this out, but didn't get a reply. Then about 10 minutes ago I got an email from them with a helpful link to make sure I cough up. Luckily I've just managed to dig out the original email I sent them in March asking to end my membership, so I forwarded that to the team to let them know my request still stood. No response so far...

D'you know what? I think I'll be happier sticking with working out on the terrace for a while. And I can always talk to Dolly if I need a chat. 

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