Do you ever have those days where you wished you could speak a different language, or several to be more specific. Today/ this evening I did. Only because I was sick and tired of listening to English holiday makers moan, tick and whine. I know I know, everyone does it, but I could only understand the Brits.
I did, however, see an Italian dad his little rat of a son a good old fashioned back hander. It was glorious, all caught in one perfect arc. He didn’t even break stride, just carried on walking as his offspring ran squealing to his uncaring mother. It looked like they both had had enough of his shit for today. If I had the time I would have saluted him and shook that weapon of a hand. God I miss those days of gratuitous violence to your own kids. It’s always a good lesson for them to learn… don’t wind your parents up on holiday 🙂
My lesser (not lesser but more… activity led) part of the day started bright and breezy. I thought about getting my trainers on and going for a run it was that early, but common sense took over and I managed to walk to the dive centre to sort out me daughters course, sorting the paperwork, gathering the appropriate… stuff and generally being an ableist for an hour or two. Now I’m in a pub eating nachos and cheese with buffalo wings (and here I thought they only had legs and horns)
Dec247h 
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