07:09 – it’s my last towel run. It’s always going to be a little bit of a downer on the last day of a holiday, but most of us will be glad to get home now and make our own food and even clean our own bogs (my wife may not agree with this one and would even challenge me on the last time I cleaned a toilet).
We will be leaving behind sun, (black) sand and Sandra (all the fat chavs are called Sandra) to go back to work, work and more work. So it does kind if suck.
On the positive side there is theBritish weather to think of. Ok, maybe not. But my waistline will have time to recover as my tan fades taking my newly enhanced looks with it (it’s true, everyone looks better with a tan, except David Dickinson, your orange mate).
Anyway, I’ve only taken two sunbeds today, the kids will be at Shrek’s swamp party this morning, we will be packing, then it’s lunch, soft-play (an out-doors version before you get all worked up) and finally, the pool.
It’s surprising just how many women come out in their pyjamas to sort out their baking trays for the day. Is putting on yesterday’s shorts and top that difficult?
People all around me are now re-arranging the poolside, the sound of plastic scraping on marble (I think it’s marble, just not the shiny sort) isn’t something to miss, though I could record it and use it as my ringtone. I’ve heard worse.
The kids will be most annoyed that their game of “golf” has been ruined.
10:34 – I’m stuffed, roll me away please. I ate six pancakes with banana, chocolate sauce and cream today and I did it out of spite. I wanted less but after being forced to queue (twice) and being queue jumped and to top it all off, having to suffer a German bloke using his wife as a beach towel to keep his place in the line, well, I was feeling vindictive.
11:11 – I can see a ginger guy who I shall name Russ Abbott. He looks just like him. That takes me back a bit.
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