We had an interesting moment going through security at the airport. As we were in the queue to put our bags throught the x-ray machine I pointed out to Ms R and Master R the screens for the opposite conveyor and we watched, trying to work out the contents of other peoples hand luggage in a peeping Tom kind of way. Then suddenly a gun showed up on the screen in the middle of one bag. Colin and I looked at each other in astonishment and then back at the screen. The security man sat at the desk drew a square around the gun and hit the delete button, and then it was gone. We stood there gaping, expecting alarms to ring and lights to flash. And then we got prodded and told to put our bags through, so we did. And that was that.
We’re staying in a beautiful hotel. Ms R is doing loads of swimming wearing a floaty jacket type of thing. She’s discovered she can do backstroke but spends most of her time going down the slides.
Master R has a love for fish (the eating kind) and is consuming copious amounts of fish and fruit. He keeps referring to home as ‘the old house’. Ms R is a dab hand with a knife and fork now and despite never having had meals at a table at home their table manners are excellent and we sit for a good hour at most meals. Master R was initially a bit shocked at the prospect of no Cbeebies during dinner.
We have a massive bed and decided on the first night that it was just easier to all sleep together so have all been sleeping really well.
The evening entertainment is excellent and Master R has decided he wants to be a dancer when he grows up. He’s been impressing all the older holidaymakers with his twirls and jumps.