You may remember that one of my manifesto pledges was to take Baby J to the sea. I had thought we might make it to Thornham, Brancaster or maybe Blakeney - or perhaps we might have headed for Southwold or Aldeburgh. But when I suggested this to Mr Jones he was less than enthusiastic. Quaint seaside charm, long walks and pricey shops cannot lure Mr Jones to the sea. Throw in a fair, pier, cheap donuts, fish and chips and everything else Skegness has to offer though and he's off in a shot.
He went to boarding school there for a while, before he got "asked to leave" for sneaking into a girls room (tsk), so I think he holds a soft spot for it in his heart. We went with Mr and Mrs Swift - Skeg is their hometown. We paddled in the sea, drank slushes, tucked into ice cream and donuts and ate fish and chips in the 30 degree heat (only in England would you eat fried fish for lunch on a scorching hot day). I waddled along the seafront, perspiring in a very unladylike manner, but enjoyiong every minute - everyone needs a bit of cheesy seaside once in a while.
Baby Jones was so impressed that he/she seems to have decided that a another two or more weeks inside is a good move and is making no signs of joining us anytime soon - no matter how much gardening, cleaning and jiggling I do.
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