DAY 3
By now Emma and I have realized that there are absolutely no hot single guys ANYWHERE. While I’m not so bothered (shocker, I know) Emma is seriously upset and asks mum how she ”could put her in this situaiton.” Mum laughs.
I catch a boy swimming beneath me with a snorkel, spying up between my legs. I pull him up in his hair. Those little bitches start early! Almost as disturbing as when I was working in GAP a few years ago and I had to tell a customer that ”Ehrm, excuse me sir, but your son is, ehm, touching the mannequin.” ”What do you mean? It’s a doll, he can touch it if he wants?” ”Well, he pulled down the underwear on it and… Eh… Go and see for yourself, sir.” Seriously. Can you imagine? This boy was like 5 years old. Where did he see how to do that???
To her relief, Emma spots an Italian lifeguard. She starts strutting about around him. All is well. Dad’s not happy.
Tennis and morning run. I like!
Dahlqvist Boothey's on Bootcamp hehe ;D
