Hello dear readers,
Let me set the scene for you.
A very rainy day in England (actually pouring is more accurate, raining cats and dogs if you will).
A cosy breakfast out with close cousins, nice warm restaurant, good food. All is going great so far.
Halfway through the meal a text arrives..
"I am now going in"
Great excitement ensued from one member of the group (Me). I was finally going to see my brother surfing. He has surfed for about forty years to be honest, about as long as I have danced and yet neither of us has ever seen the other in action so to speak. I think when we were younger we were both always escaping our home situation with our
Anyway I digress. Now I wanted to shovel in the food as fast as possible and head to the beach, ( less than ten minutes away). I have been trying to get to see him since he has taken a break from his job a few months ago and has surfed every minute there was surf. Bear in mind we live in England here, and on the East Coast as well. Surf is not always up near us and he travels all over the place. We have tried a few times lately but the surf has not cooperated in the slightest.
Well this not so fine morning I was determined. Having persuaded the cousins to join us off we sped to the beach.
At this point you need to know we were not really dressed for the beach in England in December. yes we had coats on and gloves but I was in a skirt and jumper and pearls for goodness sake. Parking near my brother's camper van ( yes he is an actual surfer dude). I leapt out of the car and putting my hood up rushed to the cliff edge and looked over.
This is the actual beach but imagine if you will buckets and buckets of icy cold rain pouring down, great big waves crashing against the shore and half a dozen surfers way along the coast.
I was so excited to see him. In my defence here I did tell the others including hubby ( who had no hat or gloves and only a thinnish coat ) that they didn't have to come, but good sports that they are they gamely plodded in my wake along the beach to see if I could spot which one of the little black dots was my brother. In an English sea in Winter all the surfers wear boots, gloves and hats to go with their wetsuits like little black snowmen....
Not him but ......
I felt guilty about everyone getting so wet but I loved watching him. He couldn't believe I had dragged everybody there ( neither could I really but it was my big chance) and he was secretly so pleased I think.
Of course eventually he got out and we all returned to our respective homes. our cousins couldn't even come back to our house to warm up, we were all simply too wet. I think my bro was actually the warmest, we were definitely just as wet as him, lol.
On returning home hubby and I had to strip off as we entered the house, everything had to go in the washing machine. I was wet throught to my knickers!
So there I was running up the stairs in just a string of pearls ( the only dry thing left) when I made my verbal faux pas
"Gosh my behind is cold!"
Quick as a flash hubby chased after me.
"Easily solved, I am going to warm it up for you. You have earned a spanking getting us all half drowned on the beach this morning while we follow one of your escapades! "
So there I was draped over the pillows, glamorously dressed in just my pearls while my beloved walloped my posterior until it was
Me , I loved it all ;) It was worth every spank. I can't wait to watch him again......
So dear readers, What have you let slip that as soon as you have said it you know for certain that you should have kept your mouth shut?
Hope you are all having fun in the lead up to Christmas. Looks like Grandgirl has a hefty dollop of snow to play in this morning ( and Rosie too I imagine!). We on the other hand have buckets more rain. I wonder if the surf is up.......
love Jan, xx