A first sortie to the open-pool out by the airport this morning, but not allowed to go anywhere near the water! How cruel is that? Marched around being reminded of the rules, while baking hot and dazzling reflections off the cool blue water and the Greek-white surroundings. Staff very busy doing seven shades of bugger all too! No chance of anyone leaping in to disturb the beautifully inviting water. Must admit, I was sorely tempted!
Trip preceded by 'getting changed' practice, so bare bums everywhere. Yet another scenario to deal with without any briefing (no pun intended!) - like, what am I supposed to do?! Plenty of tangled costumes and limbs going through the wrong holes, and clearly in need of assistance. Elsewhere, touch and be prosecuted, short walk to jail and life-time on an offenders' list. Career well & truly cooked.Now, with all that swimming around in my head, still a classroom of little ones in need of timely and gentle sartorial assistance. You give it, don't you, and give them a chunk of esteem which includes looking funky in new trunks, having them on the right way round and not being last/having to take everything off and on again because you're still wearing your pants underneath?!
Seems I have picked up a bad cough.
To the farm with a nodding off Choriso, and dozy contemplations of cup size.
Radish & baby carrots picked regimentally!
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