"I am an obsessive compulsive apologiser."
"Quite right too," Husband said. "You are woman. You should know your place."
"I do. That's why I have a man to carry my bag for me."
Swimming and sun-bathing followed by a stroll into Port Frejus for an ice cream from the shop that might be recommended as the best by Trip advisor; Husband couldn't be sure. It was very nice anyway. I have not done very well for ice cream this holiday, certainly not up to my at least one a day standard.
Currently relaxing in the air-conditioned caravan before setting off for another Rocky cove and some more snorkeling.
I am being very brave snorkeling: I am not a confident swimmer and I also begin to panic if I go too long without breathing through my nose. I do like the breathing noises you can hear when doing it though. Apart from the fact that it's a reassurance that I'm still alive I can pretend I'm in a film or a David Attenborough documentary.
In the sea this morning three French women complimented me on my bathing costume. They didn't speak English and I have already explained my French language problem but we still managed to agree on the holds me in and lifts me up benefits of this costume.
3 comments:
I agree, it's quite reassuring hearing the odd breath. And I tend to worry about getting it slightly wrong.
You could also pretend to be Darth Vader ;-)
That was another option I thought of mentioning, Stu, but it sounded too silly!
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