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Day 2
In the morning (pretty groggy) we showered in the Boating club. Again, this wasn’t so bad as was completely deserted so just got washed and dressed in peace.
As it was a lovely day we sat and ate breakfast out side and talked of a plan to go out on the boat. Bob whom we were staying with is the Commodore at the boating club...he owns a few boats and occasionally sails to Holland or London, just for the crack. After breakfast we ventured down to the harbour and went out to his boat, we set off up the river away from the sea, we were travelling for quite sometime until we stopped for lunch and dropped anchor. This was another moment that was actually really relaxing and pleasant and I had completely forgotten the spiders. I lay at the front of the boat and dozed in the hot sun. Unfortunately the sun was so strong that I badly burnt my face and now look quite brown with an under tone of pink. The weather had darkened when we got back and so we all just went off to doze or read etc until it was time to go for dinner. We went to a pub to eat. I had Fish and Chips as I thought it would be criminal to go to a sea village and not sample the local fresh fish. During dinner I became silently embarrassed about my rents. I just felt that Bob and Hattie were getting fed up of my mum’s constant harping on about the fact she’s gluten free and so cannot eat bread or drink beer.
“It’s an absolute nightmare…”
I felt my dad was getting tired of it too, but the problem is perhaps these are just my own feelings which makes me sensitive in thinking that others are feeling the same when they are not. We went back to the house and me and Jules played cards. Jack Lord Text me:
“How’s the holiday from hell going? You are a good person. Sorry I’m such a prick sometimes x
I text back though straight after wished I hadn’t. I was just kind and nice and very forgiving but I’m still giving him space e.g. not texting him (first) or contacting him.
When me and Jules went to the caravan a sight was before us. The outside of the door was covered in large spiders, infact there was all shapes and sizes it was horrific. I really wish we had taken a photo to just show how bad it was, we had to get a magazine and attempt to brush them off. Just to put the icing on the cake there were two large slugs (the black long slimy kind) and one snail right underneath the door making it almost impossible not to step in them. Once we were in it was a little better though there were still loads of spiders. We got into bed (after checking our sleeping bags thoroughly) and put on the TV we didn’t want the weed this eve as it had made us both really tired and groggy (and pang out about the spiders). As watched the telly a few more emerged from the corners and began weaving their webs above our heads etc.
Another burial was that the toilet in the house didn’t work so we had to walk across the car park next to the house to the public ones. It had got to about 11:30 at night and me and Jules were desperate but didn’t dare go out/couldn’t be bothered and so we just had to hold it, meanwhile the caravan was getting really hot (like they do) so we were sweating it out while panging out about the spiders, while desperately needing the toilet! Me and Jules were also hysterically laughing/crying at the terrible situation we were in which didn’t help the need for the toilet. I can faithfully say it was the worst night of my life!