Saturday 10th September
Well here we were folks, after all of the planning and waiting we were finally back in sunny Florida, and when I say sunny I mean it. We awoke to the most beautiful morning you could imagine, there was not a cloud in the sky and even though it was only 8.30 it was el scorchio! After all of our trials and tribulations last year it almost felt kind of odd to be here without even a hint of trouble, I just kept expecting a hurricane to pop out from under the bed at any moment!
Like last year we had not planned much for our first day, bit of chilling out by the pool and then the first of many trips to the wonderful Wal-Mart. Its just as well really because my wife woke up with one of her migraines starting to take root and so she promptly went straight back to bed. As usual the kids were straining at the leash to get into the pool, and no sooner had the toast and jam hit their bellies than they were jumping about like loonies in the water. I am astonished at how many different versions of jumping into a pool my kids can come up with. We had the belly flop, the cannonball, the cliff walk, the star jump, the Irn-Bru and so on and so on. I am sure that once they were finished that day the pool was a bit emptier than when they started.
I spent the morning unpacking with the help of my sister in law. I am not one of these people who can live out of a suitcase on my holidays, oh no. Everything has to come out of the cases and either get hung up in the closets or put away in the drawers. It is a bit of a pain but it just helps me to feel at home for the fortnight. Around ten thirty a nice guy called Adam arrived from the mobility company. My father in law had hired an electric scooter again this year as it had proved to be a real success last year (Well once we got rid of the first one which I was sure ran on coal and gave up the ghost half way around Epcot.) Thankfully this one was all shiny and new and I had no worries that we would end up pushing it at all.
Around 1.30 we all were feeling peckish and so after some quick showers we loaded up the van and headed off to the 192. We are creatures of habit and found ourselves heading for UNO Chicago Grill, which is the first place we ate when we arrived last year. After some lovely UNO burgers washed down with some lovelier Budweiser (I know its early but I just cannot face shopping without at least one beer in me!) we headed off to Wal-Mart on highway 27 to stock up on all of our holiday essentials (Beer, crisps, beer, cereal, beer, bread, beer, milk oh and some beer!)
This was not actually too bad and, dare I say it, I even managed to enjoy it. My daughter and I had a laugh at the enormous containers of tomato ketchup that you can get, she loves ketchup and we reckoned that one of these should just about see her through the fortnight.
About 90 minutes, and a couple of hundred bucks, later we headed off back down the 27 towards Tuscan Ridge. Once all of the provisions were put away it was time for my families ritual crashing out ceremony. One by one they cooried up on the sofas and started to push up the zeds almost instantly. The only ones who did not take part were my kids, who would have thought it sacrilege to waste good pool time with such trivial stuff as sleep, and my mother in law who is from the old school and one of a dying breed. World war three would not stop her from buggering about, I am not sure what she does half the time but trying to get her to sit still for five minutes and relax is quite a task. As for me I lay outside with my book and spent the time awarding my kids marks out of ten for merit as they relentlessly dive-bombed the poor pool. I must say after awhile the scorching heat started to get to me and so with one almighty jump another few gallons were emptied from the pool! (The kids gave me 9 out of ten!)
One by one the dozers started to
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