Ok, the sensible thing would have been to fill up the hole and plant roses on it… (and that was exactly what more rational-minded people advised us to do when we told them there was an old, neglected swimming-pool in our garden). But we had these dreams of splashing about with friends and family… and pool parties. I mean, pool parties. To me life doesn't get better than an effing pool party.
We probably also would have waited another year or 2 for building up some inner strength to tackle the muddy waters. But then it got hot… and hotter… and hotter. And we thought: "This is just silly, we need these waters!" The cleaning was stupid, hard work. The filling up took 48 hours… and then the water wasn't turquoise, but green (something to do with the pH*). But what the heck. It was 37ºC (100ºF) this weekend and we felt the happiest people in the world because we had an effing pool (party)… ♥
*That's the thing. In your dreams you enjoy drinks at your pool, feet leisurely dangling in the water... In reality you become an involuntary expert on algicides, pH levels, chlorine vs oxygen, etc. Ya-ha.