No girls allowed!
Not quite a piss-up in Marbella but our lads weekend was just as crazy.
On Saturday we went to a track party, built sandcastles, and jumped in puddles. We ate sausage rolls and dunk ’ems, and a little person got covered in chocolate — got it in his hair, on his sleeves, and in his belly. We saw a t-rex but weren’t that interested — as other kids screamed Myles just looked up and then returned to Thomas the Tank Engine. Priorities, people.
We traipsed through the woods (where the puddles were) and we got covered in mud, we found some Scarlet Elf Cups but the elves weren’t drinking out of them; and then we ended up in this adventure playground with climbing things and swings, and we got climbing and swinging! Very fun.
Sunday, well it was just a food disaster day — everything I tried to make was shockingly bad. Stew and dumplings, and pancakes — not exactly rocket science. I quartered the recipe for the dumplings for some ingredients, halved it for others, and just generally fucked it up. The pancakes, I don’t know — I blame the pan. I can’t even fry an egg in this pan. This pan is stupid.
