Things I learnt at Centre Parcs

If you did guess, you were probably right, we went to the Centre Parcs just up the road from us for a couple of days.  It was close enough that I managed the car journey and I did precisely nothing whilst I was there except build up my right arm muscles from constantly unzipping my purse.

I learnt a number of things whilst I was doing nothing:

Little kids can't ride bikes in straight lines, trying to second guess what angle they are about to dart off at is very hard and you look an idiot trying.

A hair bobble tied to a handle bar saves a lot of time searching.

Pancakes aren't always as good as they should be.

You don't have to pay for something that is cold and inedible after waiting 30 minutes for it to arrive.

You can spend a small large fortune on Lattes in a short amount of time.

You can spend a long time reading the calorie counter nutritional data at Starbucks if your book is a long walk away.

A teenager with a ripped off nail and broken toe is not able to swim no matter how many waterproof plasters you put on it. 

Not being able to swim at Centre Parcs means ker-ching.

I am either invisible, command no respect or am young enough to warrant unknown teenagers discussing intimate details in front of me whilst using the f-word as verbs, adjectives, interjections....

You can make a complete idiot of yourself in many different ways and not give a flying ....