Donna’s monthly saying arrived by email this morning. It was It’s better to be kind than right.
Not sure about this one, but I suppose I’ll give it a go. Last month’s saying didn’t work out too well. That reminds me, I still haven’t bought those socks for Grandpa.
Anyway, not to be put off by the officious surf club types, I went to the beach again today. I decided to park a little further along from where I usually do, so as not to be the subject of continuous helpful instructions issued in a grating accent. Had a pleasant time sunbaking, reading, swimming and watching the scenery. Although I have to say, the men, apart from the surf club ones, dress far too conservatively for my liking. You see all these women parading around with their sideways boobs hanging out and a piece of spider web up their bum, give me a break, while all these hunky guys are wearing boardies and T-shirts. What’s that all about? I have to admit, though, boardies are classier than, say, jock straps or mankinis, the male equivalents of what the girls are wearing, would be. Come on girls. How about a bit less arse and a bit more class. You’re not doing yourselves any favours, and you’re giving the rest of us a bad name.
Anyway, after I’d had enough, I walked to my car, only to find the front window smashed and my purse missing from the front seat, where Ian is always telling me not to put it. So, spent the rest of my day cancelling all my cards, applying for a new licence and searching for money in the house. Very frustrating.
Next time I park at the beach the only thing I’m leaving on my front seat is a snarling Alsatian. And where are the surf club types when you need them?