another perfect day
Can’t complain. And indeed I’m not.
Although we did learn once again that any trip to the beach, even supposedly just for “a picnic”, must be accompanied with towels and togs.
Because small people never mean it when they say “I’m just going for a paddle”. They think they do, but it never ends up that way.
And so we never quite made it to this afternoon’s Christmas Parade, which I wasn’t that worried about if I am to be completely truthful.
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