the internet
turns out the internet is a car.
turns out the internet is a car.
scarey french man windmiller. absolutely no sense of humour. dreadful for kids. looked good though and i enjoyed it.
i have a lot to say about postcards. i shall save it for another time (with an english keyboard)
i recon all the dutch people at our campsite are on a british theme holiday set somewhere nice. it wouldn’t surprise me if they had all been watching reruns of Eldorado.
jane getting changed on the beach …
holiday games this holiday are putting on other people’s shoes and wearing other people’s sun glasses. kezzy made up these games and is best at playing them.
just in case people didn’ believe i’m actually here. so is esther
the french love to see other people urinating. especially men.
only passable at low tide. we were 45 mins early
recently fortified by kezia‘s droppings, an army of ants has invaded our caravan. They enter under our bed and walk under (sometimes over) the bed to reach the living room.
we were given a small trap:
i couldn’ sleep for the sound of the little springs snapping shut on the little ant bodies … worth it though
cycling in a forest wasn,t exactly a walk in the park. though just as nice (depending on the park i guess)
mostly we eat alfresco which i thought meant everything covered in special source. but it doesn,t . instead it means kezia can throw food on the floor and not worry about tidying up. we are keeping a colony of ants alive. which is nice.
mad safari park where people kept their windows open and let their fat kids dangle in to animal mouths