A Day In The Life- Sun and Realisation

It’s rare for us, England, to get as much sun as we have been getting for the past few months. In my head, a good analogy of England, is rain being a permanent feature of outside and grumpy Brits complaining about it 24/7. The recent weather has put that analogy of us to bed for a while, as the sunshine casts its golden glow on the population below- except for the few people who complain when it’s too hot too. There’s no pleasing you, is there?

Just as predicted, the sun beamed brightly this morning. My boyfriend, Jarrod, and I had arranged to go down to Hayling Island. I had all these plans in my head that we could do, play games in the arcades, relax on the beach eating fish and chips- or ‘chish and fips’ as my comedian of a boyfriend likes to call them. But by the time we got round to the arcade, we both realised we were out of place. We saw too many children and not one person looked our age. The only people who were older than us were the parents of the children running and screaming. It was at this point were I realised that I was too old for this now. Jarrod knew this too. We spent a bit of time on a couple of games; a played Temple Run and we both used the 2p machines for a little while before we ran out of copper and patience with the level of noise inside the arcade.


After grabbing some fries and a Pepsi from Wimpy, we decided to make our way to the beach instead. Surely we’re not too old for the beach? Hayling Island beach isn’t exactly the comfiest of places. Instead of smooth sand there are firm stones. Luckily I brought a blanket. You can’t complain when you’re laying on the beach with the sun beaming down on you, feeling the heat on your skin- even you fussy ones! We fancied ice cream to cool us down. I trudged through the stones in my Converse to the nearby refreshments shack. Jarrod wanted mint choc chip. Refreshing. When it comes to ice cream, I’m boring; plain old vanilla for me.

Part of me wanted to stay on the beach all afternoon but another part of me said, ‘and do what…?’ Jarrod and I headed back towards our home but instead of going to our houses, we decided that the day wasn’t over just yet. We drove to Chichester Gate to do some bowling in the new refurbished building. After a conundrum of a member of staff trying to charge us £33 for two games of bowling when we’ve never paid more than £20 (WHAT?!), we finally play. I’m garbage at bowling. Utter crap actually. Jarrod won of course and not just by a few points either. With flying colours: 70 something to 40 something.


The day had to end sometime. Although my plans for Hayling Island didn’t exactly turn out how I thought they would, today was still a good day. It was also a wonderful way to spend time with Jarrod before he flies off to Italy for a week- man, I hope he has WiFi wherever he’s staying. 

One thing’s for certain, I am not going back to an arcade/fair… in the middle of the summer holidays… on a hot day!


Thank you for reading!


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