We started this day with a trip to church. As usual we tried our best to get there in time, but we ended up being fashionably late.
We met new faces and made a few more friends.
After church we joined the guys in a volleyball game at Floreat beach. I took along my new barbeque trolley – a little trolley containing an icebox, and extra containers and stuff. In stead of dragging along hundreds of loose items for picnics and barbies, I decided to set up this contraption and wheelie all my stuff along.
It worked really well. Much better than our backpacks and other items that we had to carry around Kings Park on Tuesday.
After playing 5 games of volleyball my body was screaming to get out of the sun and into the Indian ocean. This was our next stop, and was a good experience. The waves at Floreat are really big, and I was awfully tired after swimming for a few minutes.
We moved over to the cafe and drank a few cold drinks before taking the road back home. By this time it was already after five in the afternoon. On the way home we stopped at the drive-through at “old McDonalds”, as my youngest calls it, and bought cheap 50c ice creams for everyone.
From here it was time for a quick stop at the petrol station where I filled up our thirsty Kia.
Finally arriving home, we heated up some of this afternoon’s leftover boerewors and lamb chops and had a quick dinner.
By this time I realised that the Men’s Final was on and I switched on the telly to watch Federer and Murray slug it out in Melbourne.
I also painfully realised that I’m forty years old, and my body does not respond well to strenuous exercise without a regular fitness program. I need to get this old meat-box in shape. (Although there may be more fat than meat at this stage…)
I still have sand from the beach firmly lodged in every possible body cavity and the top of my head feels like a sand dune. I may also have a reddish look tomorrow, as I neglected to execute the slip-slop-slap routine and decided to take on the WA sun without any sunscreen on my body.
What a great day. Weekends are the best!