There’s nothing like laying in the sun daydreaming, only to be rudely brought back to reality by having to swat the flies buzzing around my legs.
Yes, long gone are the days of lying on the soft white sand, listening to the waves crashing while I read a book. Now my “local beach” is a patch of concrete overlooking a 50m pool, or a corrugated iron fence. How times can change in only a matter of nine months. Oh, and I forgot to mention the pram by my side, with a sometimes-sleeping baby in it.
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