Well!
As today was a very nice day we decided we absolutely must procure a couple of sun-loungers in order to sit out in the garden in comfort. Jamie suggested a certain shop and I replied that “you know they will sell them for £17.99 each and be absolute tat.”
We visited Woolworths and Wilkinsons only to discover that indeed the sun-loungers they were selling were absolute tat, for £24.99 and £23.99 respectively. The hunt was beginning to turn into a bit of an epic when we at last found something decent at Yeoman’s Camping Store, and returned home victoriously with a couple of smart-looking, sturdy Marseille camping chairs.
Thus ensued a flurry of activity in preparation for an afternoon in the garden. A novel had to be chosen, my notebook had to be located, some tissue in case of sneezes as pollen season is upon us, a little coconut oil on the skin to protect from sunburn, sunglasses, a hat, a hair band, and a bag to put it all in. A jug of water had to be filled, a small table found on which to put said jug and two mugs, and finally I changed into my shorts.
Jamie was already settled in his chair listening to his iPod, in the only patch of shade in the garden. I set up next to him, having some difficulty with the reclining chair as I could see that the legs didn’t want to open fully. “Sit on it,” was Jamie’s helpful advice, “and then push the arms back and the legs will open.” So this is what I did, except the damned thing didn’t want to recline as far as his. My valiant attempt at correction suddenly propelled me over backwards as the chair decided to snap shut with me in it, and I was in the bushes with an earwig crawling in my hair. Jamie, of course, found this hysterical. “I could see that coming;” he said, “you hadn’t opened the chair legs properly.”
