It’s the last day of our holiday and we all feel ready to come home. Master R is most looking forward to seeing my parents dog and kitten, Ms R is looking forward to seeing everybody. I’m all inspired to learn a new language, it’s an inspiration that comes frequently and will probably be forgotton as the plane touches down.
We’ve enjoyed chatting to the entertainers. Five of them were hand picked from a UK dance school, another is from Italy and divides her year between here and Greece, we keep bumping into them in the ladies which is how we know so much about them. Ms R is on first name terms with all of the Kids Club adults despite only officially attending for a grand total of fifteen minutes one morning. She sits as close to the stage as she can while the shows are on and last night the number one male dancer winked at her half way through. It was a story told through Abba songs and dances and during one song money was thrown in the air, Ms R managed to collect some of it up and tried to give it back at the end. She’s enjoyed watching the scene changes and working out when songs are being mimed and when they are really being sung. Both the Rs dance on stage for the kids disco.
Master R continues to eat, I think he is growing taller but not fatter. I’m not sure how he’s going to cope with not having a cooked breakfast every day when we get home. Ms R keeps telling me things like "Five and two make seven" and spelling out simple words for me like ‘fun’.