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Sitting beside a pool in Spain,I watch my husband and children swimming,playing and generally having a rip-roaring time in the water. There are squeals of delight,hysterical laughter and lots of splashing. It’s a blissful moment to be treasured. Except,actually,it’s not – for me,at least. Because instead of feeling joy,I am riddled with bitterness and frustration. There’s a blip,you see,as at the age of nearly 40,I have never learned to swim,and so I am exempt from the fun.