I THOUGHT there was something distinctly odd going on in the pool today.

There seemed to be a lot more people than usual and quite a few women had congregated down the far end of the pool and were standing around.

It's one of my pet hates - people chatting in swimming pools.

If you want to chat why not go for a coffee?

Then my quiet swim was shattered with an enormous boom of music.

At first I thought someone must have made a mistake and they would soon turn it down to the normal, bland, background music.

But I quickly realised something else was afoot.

The chatty women had been joined by a few more and out of my blurred goggles I spotted a lycra-clad lovely, with obligatory baseball cap, who had started prancing about on the side.

Oh, god no, it was acqua aerobics - what had I done to deserve this?

As the Spice Girls tried to Spice Up My Life, I vowed to carry on swimming, there was still a small bit of the pool unoccupied.

But it was rather choppy, similar to swimming through a small tsunami, as these women pranced about waggling bits of coloured rubber.

By the time we had got on to Ricky Martin Livin' La Vida Loca, I realised that my swim was not going well and that I'd have to abandon my usual lengths.

That's the trouble with January, they have obviously changed the usual fitness programme, and all those people who have made New Year's resolutions to get fit have descended.

Roll on February when they're all fed up of it and peace can return.