Skippy days
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Skippy days…we’re on holiday. In Foreign. Thus far there have been no comedy travel disasters or, more suprisingly, packing disasters. We are all present and correct in full health, in the right place in the right time with appropriate clothing. Still, it’s only day 3 of 10 days so there’s plenty of time.
Minor skirmishes to report: hire car in perfect condition when we collected it from the airport. It’s now sporting an impressive scratch across two panels after being valet parked by the hotel staff. Scratch bears remarkable resemblance to the colour of the walls in the car park. But nothing to be done, we can’t prove anything and if we moan no doubt the lovely but shit-at-parking doorman will be for the chop. Sigh.
Attempted to visit the island’s “premier beach” today. Got spectacularly lost driving, ooooh, 10 miles or so to the beach which was inaccessible by road for some unfathomable reason and high tide meant there was no beach anyway. This kind of thing happens to us with more frequency that you would imagine.
Black sand bothers me. Just looks so dirty. End of. Boys don’t care however.
Spectacular screaming melt down over an ice cream today. Really quite something. And from Bertie not Digby which was a first. It involved being forcibly removed from the cafe by me and a Very Stern Talking To. Peace was restored, we returned to the cafe only for Digby to kick off about 20 seconds later. About ice cream. Arghhh! No more ice cream, job done.
There’s a spa in the hotel. I can see it. I can smell it. I see people in robes going to it. It’s ‘free’ (read, we’ve all paid through the nose for the hotel). But I can’t seem to get to it. Those omnipresent megaboys and MrSpud are colluding against me. But my inner beauty needs to be spa-ed free. Tomorrow, I’m going to make a break for it. Cover me…
The boys are attracting the kind of attention they will yearn for as teenagers. Wherever we go there’s are people going MAD for their blonde hair and blue eyes. They are pretty used to this from home but here, where blonde hair is a rarity, they have been ramped up to celebrity status. Ruffling of hair, pinching of cheeks, ticking, chatting, offering of goodies….soon they’ll be demanding an entourage to manage the attention. I just like the free stuff…
We have resorted to bribing our children with chocolate to drink enough water. Go figure.
A British couple with a young baby are staying in the hotel. I’m having to chew my lip to resist the urge to lecture them about the dangers of Pimms and an ill-advised, unplanned second pregnancy.
Etc etc etc…we’re having a really wonderful, WONDERFUL time. It’s pretty full-on and quite exhausting as per the photo above (Digby and MrSpud having a cuddle), taken while we waited for our dinner this evening. Our boys are too young to be staying up for dinner, no matter how early, but they are too old for a day time nap too. So it’s a bit jiggly juggly getting through it. But they are being very stoic about it, and are loving being away and having a room to share.
These last few months of them spending every day together feel so precious. They are, of course, totally unaware of it but as of September (when Bertie goes to school) the dynamics of their relationship change forever. So, for now, I’ll take every minute of their comfortable ‘togetherness’ and hope they preserve some of it, even just a little bit, as time marches forward.
xxx
Sounds like you have fun!!!!
xoxo Elizabeth
Sounds like you’re having fun, mostly! ;) xx
so glad you’re having a good time! now, make a run for the spa!
xxx
Oh, yea for you! I will cover you while you run for the spa. Those boys have got to sleep sometime! I’m afraid I’d be one of the many admirers of the megaboys. I’d probably be able to resist pinching and tousling, but the oooing and ahhhing would be too difficult not to do. Glad you shared a bit of your vaca with us.
enjoy the island, enjoy the sunshine, enjoy this lovely crochet project!!!
Ah, enjoy your time together! And good luck with getting to the spa!