Its the Way It Is

By Jeano

8am

In Totally Tropical Ireland

Yessir it’s 23 degrees and we have collectively lost the plot. (Including me btw).

These are my 3 pals this morning as we swam and chatted and laughed very irreverently (is there any other way) and left the beach a bit later than usual.

And shock horror as I got back to the carpark - what did I see…. The meter man taking his photo of my reg.

Picture this … 4 ladies screaming and waving no no no .. we just stayed chatting longer than usual as weather so nice. And because it’s a nice day he said .., ladies one minute later and the chips were down. Such a gentleman! Ladies, he said,it’s only 50 p an hour. Why wouldn’t you!

And we stood there - smiling at him - with the salty smell of the sea off us - with our scraggy hair - and our flip flops and our stale dry robes (that need to be put down humanely ) and we smiled benignly. But then when we sat into our cars, the smell of burning rubber as we all accelerated out of that car park in case he changed his mind, had to be seen to be believed.

And that was only at 9.15am

I had a very pleasant encounter with a man in a butcher shop at 3pm but I am too tired to type that out.

Quiz page number 4 (I think ) coming up in extra

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