5 go to Brighton
You would think that we had all grown out of our Blytonesque gingerbeer swilling impromptu outings by now wouldn't you?! nope...chatting to Hubby before lunch, he only had sausages *cue jokes* in his fridge and I needed a jolly jaunt we decided to picnic... Where shall we go he asked... To the SEASIDE I said and started to ping around (no cackling this time!) so one freshly made lasagne, and two phonecalls later Andiematt and Hubby arrived at mine to await Tumbledry in hys lean mean silver machine. We waited. We drunk tea. We chatted. We were proud. Tumbledry had made a whole lasagne all by hymself. Slynky Sylver pulled into the driveway... we bundled in. Yes. In the smallest car we have between us. 5 of us. And a lovely honey bee in the back that wanted to jollyjaunt with us. Eventually we released him back out into the wild, only after an hour and ate Pease Pottage services *cue more jokes* an hour after that we pealed ourselves out of the car at Brighton Beach. The Sun was shining the sea was soggy, the beach was crowded with beautiful people. Our marrieds went on the big bungy trampolines, We filled Tumbledry's shoes with stones, and threw them at hym. We filled Andypandys bag with rocks and she didn't notice. We went on rides on the beach. We went on the log flume. Hubby had extra ammo. Hubby didn't think I was wet enough so emptied a bottle of water over me. I stripped off on the beach cos my vest was soaked and frightened the people on the ride behind. We ate donuts. We went on carousels while the sun was setting, We had dinner in the Lanes, We met Kitten, we talked we bundled all 5 of us - minus small stripy passengers and trundled home. It was a fantastic day out and I hope we never grow up.
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