Cheesy Montage

I just asked D ‘what shall I call my blip?’ He said ‘ Call it Cheesy Montage’ so here you go.
We stayed at the villa, by the safety of our pool with our warm breeze and shady palm trees. It’s hellish, I tell you.
D has a hat, Poppy likes the swingy chair thing, the older teens have been frolicking in the pool, I’m enjoying ‘9 Perfect Strangers’.
Currently cooking a bastardised version of paella for the non-seafood eaters amongst us.
My only exercise is moving my sunbed into the shade and out again. I entertain the troops with my rendition of the ‘On The Move’ theme song each time I shuffle back and forth. It’s wasted on them.


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