The left side of my face, the bottom of my nose (does that bit of my face have a name?), my right cheekbone; my knees, my shins, my left foot: They're all that ominous prickly warm that means (1) it was hot today, and (2) whoops I was supposed to be revising.
Today was also the first day of the barbecue season, at least for me. I went with a few friends and we sat by the river and enjoyed the evening. The rain even held off until we were inside. While we were eating some kids came up and started playing round us. For a while they looked as though they were going to drown themselves in the river, and then they started sitting really close to us and singing Kum Baya. We were on an ignore strategy but kids just push it and push it so when they came over and started chatting we had to chat back. Give in gracefully, you know?
Right, so there were four of them, two boys and two girls: One of the boys was the ringleader. He was quite cocky and a bit taller than the others. The other boy seemed a bit apart from the others, and was climbing trees and standing in the canoe they'd found with his shoes off most of the time. "Don't worry, he's not dangerous," the others said. We weren't worried. I mean, maybe that he'd fall in the river or put something in the barbecue that'd explode in his face, but he seemed fairly safe apart from that. One girl laughed like she had TB and the other one didn't.
They were all pretty funny if incredibly mouthy. The ringleader had an obsession with women being 'lezzers' (which was apparently a bad thing). Kids have this ability to bounce back from everything - being told off, being caught out, falling face first on concrete, that kind of thing. Kirsty knew the name of the mouthy boy and that he danced and he was rattled for a bit then went back to mucking around.
Anyway. These kids are all over the place trying to get food, and we're like No, and they say they're hungry and we say Why? and the boy says Because I live in a caravan, and then he says: Yeah, why don't you come back later? (saying this to Jamie, and then pointing to his friends:) She wants it. And she wants it. And you can bring the girls too, if you know what I mean.
This kid can't have been more than 11 years old! Well. We're on our way back when James falls on his arse into the river trying to put out the disposable barbecues and gets covered in mud. Fortunately we'd left the kids by then.
The left side of my face, the bottom of my nose (does that bit of my face have a name?), my right cheekbone; my knees, my shins, my left foot: They're all that ominous prickly warm that means (1) it was hot today, and (2) whoops I was supposed to be revising.
Today was also the first day of the barbecue season, at least for me. I went with a few friends and we sat by the river and enjoyed the evening. The rain even held off until we were inside. While we were eating some kids came up and started playing round us. For a while they looked as though they were going to drown themselves in the river, and then they started sitting really close to us and singing Kum Baya. We were on an ignore strategy but kids just push it and push it so when they came over and started chatting we had to chat back. Give in gracefully, you know?
Right, so there were four of them, two boys and two girls: One of the boys was the ringleader. He was quite cocky and a bit taller than the others. The other boy seemed a bit apart from the others, and was climbing trees and standing in the canoe they'd found with his shoes off most of the time. "Don't worry, he's not dangerous," the others said. We weren't worried. I mean, maybe that he'd fall in the river or put something in the barbecue that'd explode in his face, but he seemed fairly safe apart from that. One girl laughed like she had TB and the other one didn't.
They were all pretty funny if incredibly mouthy. The ringleader had an obsession with women being 'lezzers' (which was apparently a bad thing). Kids have this ability to bounce back from everything - being told off, being caught out, falling face first on concrete, that kind of thing. Kirsty knew the name of the mouthy boy and that he danced and he was rattled for a bit then went back to mucking around.
Anyway. These kids are all over the place trying to get food, and we're like No, and they say they're hungry and we say Why? and the boy says Because I live in a caravan, and then he says: Yeah, why don't you come back later? (saying this to Jamie, and then pointing to his friends:) She wants it. And she wants it. And you can bring the girls too, if you know what I mean.
This kid can't have been more than 11 years old! Well. We're on our way back when James falls on his arse into the river trying to put out the disposable barbecues and gets covered in mud. Fortunately we'd left the kids by then.