Recently I’ve been gurgling with a lung infection. Subsequently my inner Eeyore’s been running amok.
Then someone close to my family made a suggestion.
“Go to the beach.” Said Grace.
“It’s too cold.” I said. Inwardly thinking what I really mean is that it’s too far and I’m too lazy.
“It’ll be good for your lungs. Go.”
At this point I did what any noble mother would do: I blamed my daughter.
“She doesn’t even want to go!”
Now the thing with Grace is that she has a way that sees through all the bullshit and so 20minutes later Little Human, the 3 dogs and I were on our way to the beach.
When we get to the entrance of the beach I’m grumbling and gurgling because you have to pay £6.50 to get in and oh my god that’s so expensive and so I need to reverse because I only have £2 change on me and I’ve lost my credit card for the 99th time this year. And I’m at my grumbliest and gurgliest and I’m wondering where we’re going to park.
Poor lungs. Poor me, bemoans my inner Eeoyre.
And then I see an office near the entrance and I go in and ask for change for a fiver and the lady says:
“But the machine accepts notes.”
So I get back in the car where Piglet one of the dogs is beside herself with excitement as she gets a whiff of the sea air. This is heartening.
Then as we drive though the gate towards the car park, Little Human calls out as she jabs her finger and arm to what lies ahead:
“The sea mama! Look! Look! You can see the sea!” her whole body alive with excitement.
My inner Eeyore walks away.Read More