Seven lashes with a knotted rope beerbelly
gcalgske that's exactly how it went down! To escape the wind, we'd tracked back through one set of dunes. I was last cos of my ankle, so when I got to our little camp, thirty seconds after dp, dcs and Mil, who'd sat down in a camping chair she'd been carrying, all seemed perfectly normal. Until I heard worried noises coming from behind the dune next to ours. Then this little head popped up, and an apologetic voice muttering about trying to find his clothes.
I though he was just having a sunbathe, so called out, 'oh, don't mind us, carry on as if we weren't here' to which he sounded very relieved, and then got up and strolled right past us mil was at eye level and copped a full frontal from about six foot away. Dp is completely uptight about public nudity, so nearly swallowed his head. The dcs were gobsmacked but thoroughly accepting in that way kids are, and I was delighted. I love a good awkward moment.
The poor nudist must have been in his seventies, so couldn't go very fast, and was heard to say 'I'm so very sorry, I hope we can all see the funny side...' As he went searching for his pants. I told him not to worry, as we all had eyes that were perfectly capable of moving where we chose them to go!
Mil says she'll dine out on that story for weeks. It made my day.
Had a great talk with dp last night about his day out grumping. He was so sorry. Has decided to sit in the back with the dcs on days out, and let me do the driving, and keep out of the anxiety triggers. He knew I was really upset about it. I've got very few nice memories from being a kid, and the beach we went to was one. However, I said his behaviour was so reminiscent of my dads, it had made me feel sick. He's utterly mortified, and has apologised again this morning.
I think we need another day out pretty soon to practise not getting into that state again, and set a good habit up for the future.
My new water bottle arrived this morning. It's a two litre one, with a lovely spout. And it's pink. I now have a one litre blue one, and two litre pink one, so I'll just fill em both daily, and know I need to drain them both daily. Currently have filled the blue one with herbal tea and am in bed.
Scales are down to 106.3 this morning. I wasn't sweaty last night, so hope it was hormones.
Just had to resist more chocolate eggs. I can honestly say, the only thing that prevented me coming back to bed with them and a cup of tea, is the fact we have run out of milk. Thank fully, that gave me the mental space to rethink.
God it's hard walking past the egg mountain every day. But excellent training for temptation, which lets face it, can come any time, anywhere.
Have yet to eat anything. Plenty of lc grub to choose from when I get peckish.
So bloody chuffed scales moving in right direction again.