We dropped of Mr Limey and then hoyed off to the nearest beach for birthday beach fun.
It was marvellous. Despite the greyed out skies and sea breeze it was still warm. Warm enough for a sundress and flipflops and paddling, and you can't ask for much more than that.
I pretended I was scared of jellyfish (I am, I just didn't really believe they were there).
And sea snakes and sea spiders. But really I just don't like the feeling of seaweed on my ankles. It makes me think of phlegm.
Limey was very patient with my silliness, whether she believed it or not.
I prefer to eat seaweed than have it touch my feet.
I'm sure there's something important psychologically there...
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