Just trying to get Dylan to slow down enough to eat breakfast was an exercise in itself, because at 8:30 the jumping pillow was opened. And sure enough, at 8:27 he was gone. Which is one of the many reasons why we love our caravan holidays.... When the kids are so excited about being outside having fun, I have no intention of getting in their way.
Tracy's long time friend Eva (who lives nearby in Victor) turned up just after 10:30 with her 3 kids and we all headed off to the pool. It was still only in the very low 20's and overcast, but it didn't worry the kids... For 1/2 an hour or so anyway.
Soon they were back on the jumping pillow and I took off into Victor as it seems I ran out of alcohol yesterday...(a good 3/4 bottle just seemed to vanish...) and got some supplies that we were running short of. And yes, it was Woolworths that received my money... A now mandatory stop when on holidays it seems.
When I got back, the champagne was already flowing, and I joined in with my newly purchased bottle of bourbon. It was probably a good half dozen empty bottles later when Kayla wanted some attention, so I took her and Gracie to the beach to cool down a bit. We took Banjo (the Hardy's 10 year old Labrador that is looking closer to 20) and spent a little while paddling and watching the girls and their enjoyment of jumping one foot waves.
We waddled back (literally with Kayla complaining of having half the sand from the beach still in her bikinis) and Banjo stopping every two steps pretending to smell the ground when he was really stopping for a rest due to the cracking pace of 10 metres an hour we were walking.
The kids did manage to find a funny moment of dressing Banjo in the floaty starfish, and like the good responsible adults we are, we cracked up laughing and took as many photos as we could before Banjo moved... Only to realise that moving after a 100m walk wasn't one of Banjo's immediate thoughts!
We got back to a huge plate of cheeses, biscuits and dips, and my fleeting thoughts of dieting took another 3 day reprieve as I got stuck into the Udder Delights Camembert.
Before we knew it, the clock had ticked passed 5:30 and the kids were starting to do the usual "I'm hungry" complaints, so I became a contender for father of the year by abandoning my bourbon and Coke, and the not so sober trio of girls, and started cooking up tea for us all. We were having Yiros tonight, so I do need to give credit to Tracy who actually thought of that at 9am this morning and got the chicken out to defrost, rather than having me staring at the fridge complaining that we had nothing to eat.
The weather is supposed to be 35 degrees & windy tomorrow with a low of 23 tonight. It is currently about 14 so someone has got it wrong again.
We have just managed to devour about 4 family sized blocks of chocolate and another few bottles, so the temperature isn't the foremost issue right now... Rather it is the thought of needing to go to bed even tho it is just 9pm and then how many times we will have to get up and go to the loo.
Either way, it is too cold, and there was a faint hint of a promise with an early bed time, so I am gone.... (The I remembered the "we are camping - bigger off" rule,
Much warmer in bed anyway.
Over and out.
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