Today has had shades of a Monty Python episode. At first, I guess you could say the girls had everything they could have wanted on holiday; a theme park, water park, hundreds of playmates, no trips to make to please the parents and clear, unbroken skies with temperatures approaching 30 degrees.
Pray tell me then why it is that once they EVENTUALLY surfaced all I heard was constant moaning and negativity? One of them felt ill, another wanted to borrow this, that one said they couldn't, there wasn't the right stuff for breakfast, why didn't we have any nice food, why didn't the internet hotspot work properly, and did I know it was meant to be 31 degrees at home? One of them positioned herself in the doorway so no-one could get in or out because "That's the only place I can get a signal", despite the fact that most of the time I have been on the 'Net has been sat outside by the table. She absolutely refused to move and the look she gave anyone who wanted to get past was similar to that if you had just asked her to clean the decking with a toothbrush.
It is just incessant and wearing. Is this what girls do? I'm not in it for the gratitude but this is their holiday and just once it would be nice if they got up and had something nice to say! Moan, Moan, Moan (first Python reference - The Dead Bishop Sketch for anyone who remembers it).
Anyway, Dawn and I went for a walk to escape the misery and ventured into the Pancake House (Pannenkoeken Huis) for some brunch, and saw the advert on the board outside for a new vacancy... anyone fancy being a fulltime KOK?
Refreshed and ready to do battle again with the moaning brood, we wandered back to the site and we encountered a chap who was riding around on his bike asking if people had seen his missing African Grey Parrot. It was clipped so couldn't get far, but why would you bring a Parrot to a caravan and camp site? It wasn't a Norwegian Blue (2nd Python reference) so probably wasn't "Pining for the Fjords" but it did imitate a human whistle, particularly "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" (reference 3). It also responded to humans whistling that song.
We didn't find it, but we did hear a lot of people whistling that tune and you can picture people all over the site rushing to see if it was the parrot, only to be greeted by other people doing exactly the same thing.
We did come back to only 3 of the 4 girls, one having gone off on their own (a strict no-no as we told them they should all stay together) and their rooms were in an absolute state. I know they are small rooms in a caravan, but come on -
What you didn't see is the numerous used make up wipes stuffed down the side of the bed and sofas, the make up smears all over the door and wall and lumps of mascara smudged into the sheets. Will this shame them into being a little tidier? I doubt it. At least we don't run as much risk of being burgled; any would be thief woul;d take one look and think it had already been done!
... and this is the last picture I managed to get out of my camera before it broke. I am unlucky with cameras. The last time I was in Holland I lost my camera, a Kodak V610 with an immense zoom and it really is idiot and bloody idiot proof. This is the replacement.
My camera clearly doesn't like Holland. Oh well, never mind.
"Always look on the bright side of life, dee do, dee do dee do dee do..."
Note - just as I have finished this, the man on the bike has come round again with "Wanted" notes for the Parrot, which he still hasn't found but has been seen around the site. More on "Parrotwatch" tomorrow...
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