I had fallen from a horse and broken my leg. When the plaster cast eventually came off, the leg was weak so the Dr suggested swimming would help build muscle. Im not a great swimmer so after a couple of lengths I lay against the side of the pool, gently kicking with my legs and getting my breath back. I saw a fellow get into the pool and begin to swim towards me. He was obviously in training as he was ripped and built like a tank. Anyhow, when he reached where I was, he began to tread water and said “Are you gonna f**kin move?!” I continued to kick, smiled sweetly and said “I'll move when I've finished havin a piss". The disgust in his face was a picture. He moved to the other side of the pool. I lay against the side and continued to kick….