Up, slowly. Knackered, but into the fitness gear, I’ve been slack. Coffee and water, lots of water. Out into the garden to witness some fitness.
The kids still sleeping, guess we’re not going to the beach then. One appears, looking tired. Time for some sun, before the inevitable, Will you come in the pool Dad…?
The sun is over the yardarm, the other appears. Best make some lunch, salad type things. As it’s now an official lazy day, beer is in order.
It’s hot, it’s holiday, it’s cans of macro lager. Thin, grainy, not that nice. It’s hot, it’s holiday, it does the job. Plenty of time for better beer later.