A trip to the store was needed so we took the car for the short trip. Shopping with Harriet is problematic because everything she sets her eye on becomes something she's always wanted. Often once she has declared that something is all she wants in the world, she then asks exactly what it is so we have to describe it. It's extremely difficult to be presented with a random object and have to describe it in a way a three year old finds satisfactory. It's a test you see, she knows the answer, and if I foolishly describe the statue as an alligator sitting on a tree stump then I am loudly corrected: IT'S A CROCODILE!
So we were in the store and she became infatuated with a bat that had a ball attached by elastic. "I want to play tennis. Please? I love to play tennis. Please?". We have bought her an inflatable boat but who cares? Tennis fades when we pass the coffee machine and she then insists on a styrofoam cup (this is a common flashpoint).
We resist and set off with the boat, which the store kindly inflated. Back at the beach we took it out for its inaugural trip in the Gulf. It was very pleasant - cooler than the day before because of the clouds above. However, the benefit soon faded and the heavens opened. We fled back to the house and it was a delicious irony to be taking a shower in the car-port while around us the rain hammered the ground.
The rain continued for a while but after that we could pay a visit to the pool and tried to teach H to swim without a flotation aid. She is definitely making progress and will be there very soon.
It's evening now and what is this? Did we pick up a little something for ourselves at the store, some booze and ice-cream perhaps? Too bloody right we did.
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