My birthday cometh in but a few days

2nd December 

Well, it maybe 17°C but it feels chilly this morning, so much so, I've ended up putting my cardigan on.

Pleasingly,  there was no repeat of the previous night's escapades which meant, apart from the neighbouring television, peace and quiet reigned supreme.

Breakfast in the buffet looked as though it had already been attacked by some hoard of hungry people. Although I get down as the doors are meant to open, one waiter seemed tasked with clearing away over half the available tables. Very unusual. He worked hard and with little or no expression, but I can imagine his inner thoughts as he cleared and watched the early-bird coming down only to find empty tables and little choice.

Finally another of the older waiters appeared and as he took over the final clearance the first took the fully laiden trolley into the back to load up the dish washer (at least, that's what it sounded like).

Hats off to these two, they were doing the work of three or four.

Back upstairs and sitting on the balcony once more. Its windy and chilly with the forecast suggesting rain at some point today. Lower temperatures too, maximum 18°C which compared with yesterday's 28°C is quite a drop. No wonder I'm noticing the difference.

What shall I do today? Not sure yet, its ruled by the IBS and how that'll play out this morning. We'll see. 

Beach! Mm. Lovely. Paddle. Better. Wet. Who cares?

Had to giggle. A child of about less-than-two was being introduced to the waves by its father. The child screamed with genuine excitement and automatically kicked its legs as if swimming. Repeatedly father attempted to leave the sea, repeatedly the child became a screaming serpent in his arms. More than twice he attempted to leave the water and still the happy giggling child was replaced with a tantruming, writhing serpent now screaming with intense rage.

I had to giggle, this is probably what I was like at that age. 

Sorry mother, I must have been a right handful.

I'll tell you more of those exploits of mine on Eclectic Magpie 101, my other Blog, which runs alongside this one, but for now, just imagine......😏 sic

At the other end another child of similar age was being introduced to the sea and waves. Same leg actions, same screams but not quite insistent. That, however, grew with time especially as people walked past paddling deeper and with such nonsolence. Then the child became braver, then mum became less so. Again I giggled. One ended up swimming with dad, bouncing through the waves, the other, held firmly by mum and not allowed to sit in the water.