During the holiday i was constantly under attack from numberous unidentified red bugs, forced to eat vast amounts of dessert...forced to jog(!) but that only lasted about 4 days till i got a cold and felt shitty every morning...i was exiled to sleep in the living room as otherwise myself and 2 sisters would have had to all sleep in a room smaller than our garden shed...forced to chase my little sister around the campsite while she was on a bike. Which was fun. My parents took to catching crabs at the beach (a fun new holiday activity.) It was nice to not have to make my bed before i went to sleep last night!
Only one answering machine message...it appears either everyone was well informed of our absence, or we are unloved. Although, duncans number was stored on our 1471 (ive just read an email from him and he thought i was returning on friday...which explains it.) I feel somewhat shitty (horrific-traumatic-tear-inducing-pain-known-as-PMS) yet I'm all happy which is such a weird state of being that i shall leave you pondering
(to the tune of Noddy, lyrics caused by my dads use of the word "fatty" in a game of Scrabble)
Fatty
The chubby man in the red and yellow car (ding ding ding ding!)
Fatty
Hes not just fat -he is the fattiest little fellow in all Toyland!
He's fatter than Big Ears and Mr Plod, who are all of his special friends....
OK, i'll stop...love sarika xxx
