I ticked off the ‘exercise’ box this morning by getting in the pool at the crack of Dawn when it opened and did serious length swimming. Ha, crack of Dawn here is 10am, very civilised compared with 6.30 at home. Beat the Germans to the sun loungers and then at 12 noon the most amazing thing happened that really made my holiday, the animation team brought over speakers and started off the pool dance. I’ve no idea what it was as it was in French, but it was along the lines of the macarena, Saturday night, you get it, Eurotrash song with daft dance. I was up like a shot much to the horror of the children, this is what holdiays are about dancing to daft songs in a bikini whilst embarrassing your kids, that’s why we have children isn’t it? So that’s it, I’ll be at the pool every day at 12 to do this daft dance, excellent. That’s made my holiday.
Lunch then hit the beach to check into the surf shack, lessons start tomorrow, I’m the only adult, the rest are aged between 12-15, do I care, no way, cos I know the steps to the daft dance and I don’t care that I can’t surf and am very good at falling off cos I’m old and have nothing to prove apart from having a good laugh. I know I’ll look cool coming off the beach at 10am as everyone will know I surf, no one will know that I’m rubbish at it until my kids tell them!
Currently awaiting the pizza dough to prove,small boy declared that he likes my pizzas better than the expensive ones from the pizzeria on site, I’ve no probs with that as they’re all 12 euros each. Likewise I’m a bit miffed that the roast chickens are 12 euros each, I thought Waitrose ones were dear at £5, these are ridiculous so I’ve been told that there is a big E.Leclerc 8 km away that has a fab fish counter, so after surf lesson tomorrow that’s where I’m heading.
Currently sitting outside drinking beer and I’ve just had a large rabbit come and wander around by my sun lounger, wow, apparently there was a squirrel on site yesterday throwing pine cones at one chap because the French lady who was staying on that plot last week was feeding him and this new chap didn’t so the squirrel chucked pine cones at him in disgust. Well, they live here, the campsite may be right by the sea but it’s in the middle of pine woods, hence the wildlife, we have to remember that we are living in their home not the other way round.