"Why has that girl got a motorbike on her top?" the boy said to me. Funny as on the way to the park a very glam gang of girls on motorbikes in striking pink and white leathers had past us and, anyway, E said "Yeah, I'm a girl." and then beat them at whatever game they were playing - he was very cool and almost pool or poker hustler chic about it...........umm........Probably shouldn't have been impressed but sort of was!!
- E, 5, is loving his new Star Wars lego - it has reinvigorated his existing sets and he is currently filing a battle scene using his best youtube, product assessment, narrators voice.
- Tomorrow sees my final leg wax and final haircut of my thirties - I am really looking forward to it as both are long overdue.
Really, really sad news that a 32 year old man drowned trying too save a child adrift in an inflatable at a beach near us at the weekend. My thoughts have been with his family since I heard the news. A beach I turned down 3 invitations to visit last week as it is a place I remember well from my childhood. I remember my Dad lost his wedding ring there mucking about in the sea, known by locals for its strong winds and undercurrents the no inflatables signs were, apparently, on display. Such a sad start to the summer season. We will visit again, maybe this week but I felt strongly that I wanted out first visit of the year to be as a family so that I could talk to the trio about how the water there can shelve and how the tide can hide the lagoons.
And how, because you can swim in a rectangular swimming pool, you might not be able to do the same in the sea. The sea is a totally different scenario, there are no sides to swim too, no handy numbers painted on the sides telling you how deep it is and there are currents and waves that can drift you along. I recall that experience as child at the Witterings, exiting the sea from a very different place to where I had entered it.
My maternal Grandparents had a holiday caravan not far from there when I was a child, I recall sun-burning my back to a blister and my Grandad falling asleep with a pocket of loose change money and burning his leg. I can remember being sucked under by the huge waves, maybe they weren't huge but when I was small they felt large to me! Recently a childhood friend with whom I spent much time at the Witterings as child reminded me how her parents chastised her for NOT taking sweets from a stranger there one day. Oh! The 1970s! Funny how when something sad or bad happens in a place all of your memories of that place come flooding back.