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Every season in one day. One minute using my cotton pashmina to shield my neck from the suns rays and just an hour later using it as an umbrella. I know silly idea, no of course it didn't work.
After a near torrential downpour we waited half hour or so for the sun to come out before climbing the steep hill from the grown up bar at the bottom of the hill back to the main entertainment complex for the puppet show. Bad timing, two minutes into our mountainous trek there was an actual torrential downpour. Both housemates stopping to show us their soaked selves after every 5 paces... As if to say 'look at the state of me! Some carers you are!'. Housemate #2 shouting 'look look look , I'm wet'. I swear if I didn't say 'no s*** Sherlock' I thought it.
The outdoor swimming pool which was full of children at the start if our descent was empty, not even a seagull nor sparrow were tempted to take a solitary heated pool swim.
To say we were wet would truly be an understatement. We were all wet through to the skin. I don't think this is something either of our housemates have experienced (with exception to a bath or shower of course), and while we were offered shelter by the indoor swimming pool attendant both continued to tap us on the shoulder and point to their clothes or say 'look look look' with arms outstretched and shoulders shrugged.
When the rain subsided we decided that not even a short puppet show would tempt us to sit in our saturated clothes so we headed back to the caravan.
Good job we did head back early as it gave us time to rest up before the evenings entertainment. Goodness knows we needed all our energy for the evenings activities. No it wasn't the dancing or party games, it was the table dash.
We arrived around 8.30, too early, the sensible people hadn't left yet do there was a shortage of tables. Annoyed, as we so often are by this whole reserve your spot hours before you need it situation, ( I blame package holidays and the Germans teaching us bad habits) tables with a single solitary bottle of opened water on it signalling 'don't you dare sit here, it's my table and I will smash ya face in if you move it', another with a cardi and half full tub of popcorn, finally 4 half full tip top cartons circa 1982... The blue ones.
Laura armed with Amelia and myself armed only with my eagle eye started circling the entire room hunting down a table ... It doesn't matter about chairs as once we have claimed the table we can gather chairs later! Vikki managed to gather housemates by a tall table with tall stools ... Housrmate#1 moving, rocking, testing the stool, checking the legs and feeling the upholstery, simply looking across at vikki she raised her eyebrows and shook her head probably thinking 'first you get my clothes wet, make me walk up a hill and now you want me to climb on that stilted chair!'.
After about 20 minutes of our unsuccessful hunt said housemate was tired of standing and as I approached she started to point at the tables strewn with the 'save the place markers', she pushed past vikki and guided me to the tables ... I tried to explain but in a very loud entertainment complex full swing with agadoooooo it was hard for me to make myself clear. But armed with short housemate looking quite a force to be reckoned with it was only 10 paces in when a fella waved me and said we could sit at his table as he was going in a minute.... He was on his own, but as there were 4 other empty chairs we didn't even need to go on a chair hunt once all our party were gathered.
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