endless fun tantalisingly just beyond the fingerstips, the promise of
a better time to be had just around the corner. It's been hard to know
which way to turn at times.
Pertpetual tireness is a necessary evil of beach holidays of course so
it is with a slightly heavy sigh I launch myself afresh this morning -
the product of this merry cycle of too late to bed, too early to rise,
under sleeping and over tiredness.
At the breakfast bar it seems like it's all decisions, decisions,
decisions. Which beach should we go to today? Factor 15 or factor 30?
Sandals or trainers?
After the second bitter coffee the answers to these questions flow
slightly more easily though. The day is looking slightly more bearable
now caffeine has kicked in. The smile is reapplied and it's off the
face the world one more time.
So it's church beach, factor 30, sandals. It's a tough life.