Day 16: having a bellyfull

I’m writing this poolside during the Men’s Bellyflop Championship. Some damn fine bellies on display. I will upload an action shot when I get home. You’ll just have to use your imagination for now. Eight hefty male passengers take turns climbing onto a podium and flinging themselves at 180 degree angles into the water, landing with loud THWACKS. It’s drawn quite a crowd, who hold up fingers to vote for the best flops. Particularly impressive water displacement in the first round by Mick from Newcastle. Go Newie bloke! Sprog 1 lies limply beside me on a banana lounge. She woke early, snotting everywhere, miserable. I forgot to pack the kids’ Nurofen syringe, so I just poured some in a glass and hoped for the best. She was soon snoring like a drunken sailor, so I did something right. And she woke up again a few hours later, phew, no stomach-pumping required. Boot camp this morning was a bit of a drag. I was blaming it on holiday fatigue, but I feel something coming on too. I’m woozy and vaguely sore throaty. Husband will roll his eyes when he reads these words. He’s infuriated by my constant predictions of colds that never develop. I reckon it’s because I have a strong constitution and fight them off. He reckons it’s because I’m imagining them in the first place. Sprog 1 and I plan to spend the afternoon in our twin beds, only struggling out briefly to watch Rango on the big screen. I’ll possibly/probably skipping this afternoon’s Pilates class. The thought of planking with a headache …. ewww, no. Fingers crossed I recover for a girls’ night out with the female members of The Threesome tomorrow. Wouldn’t want to miss that one.PS To clarify, following speculative comments on my blog, I do not believe shagging is taking place in The Threesome’s cabin in any combination. But marital harmony appears to have been restored, husband and wife were holding hands at breakfast this morning.PPS Tonight in the Aurora Theatre … A world champion pianist. No thanks. We’re heading poolside for Grease Singalong on the big screen. Health permitting. Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah!