“You’re a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That’s everyone in the family!” “What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?” – J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Sometimes I think I´m Fred and George.
Today was one of these moments.
My whole family is like we-are-going-swimming-and-never-come-back-because-it´s-so-funny.
And then there is me.
Nah-I-will-just-lay-here-in-the-shade-and-read-my-book-stupid-water.
So you can guess what I did as we were at the beach this morning.
I laid in the beach tent read on my kindle and the others went swimming.
My brother came all the time and asked me to come swimming to. I don’t know how often I told him this week that I HATE SWIMMING IN THE SEA. (Got this Jack?)
So obviously I didn’t went swimming.
Later we played boules. Again the loser will be king of the kitchen. Jack loosed again. But because he´s today, King George aka my dad (I really don’t know why he wants to named like this on my blog) will rule the kitchen tomorrow.
On our way back home we met this little islander.
He was enjoying the sun as the most people while lunchtime.
Later we went different paths again.
King George and my brother went surfing again.
Together with my mother I planned to visit an exhibition in Rantum.
Stupidly the boys took all the keys with them.
So I had to drive to the beach, searched for my dad (Fortunately he was at the beach and not in the water as I came.) and then ride my bike home.
Then finally we started our trip.
But after the half we thought that we would come to late and so we turned round.
At home we read that we wouldn’t have come to late. Wherever.
Theresa