I'm... very much an indoors person. Like Siv or Torbjorn, minus the excessive greed. You're uncle sounds like Hagrid, to me (mainly because of the "yer"). "Yer know what else are outside? Wizards, Harry." Anyway, stings and bites don't agree with me. If I could produce fire from my fingertips, I might be more okay with playing on my 3rd story porch, in the middle of the woods, with tree braches intruding into the air space, full of spiders and bee-attracting flowers... Basically it's a mad dash down the stairs every morning, when it's warm.
A friend from across the country texted her a grocery list by accident, in the middle of a conversation. She replied with more sauce than usual, but it was kind of a "have to be there" thing.
So exciting! I'm gonna get her a book or something, cause I have money for the first time in my life!
Oh my gosh X'D I nearly cried. The uncle is short and bald and obsessed with sport....so sadly not Hagrid. ;____;
That balcony sounds incredibly awesome!!¡!1? :O although, I might just be over-wowed by the stairs.....I'd never stayed anywhere with stairs that I could use until I was 10, and the wowiness of stairs has stayed with me ever since. So stairs=novelty therefore 3 storeys+ balcony= ASDFGHJKLIC AWESOMENESS. +forest= impression of AtLA's foaming-mouth-guy.
Maybe you could buy an outdoor bug repellant??
For the balcony. Not your niece. O__O
A book sounds fantastic!
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My winter (summer) holidays- when they are holidays and not farm work*- usually consist of being attacked by sand flies and mosquitoes at the beach. And occasionally being chased by fish if I buck up and decide to go swimming
if the plague of sea-doos hasn't returned. The bay gets pretty crowded with underage boating, skiing, biscuiting, fishing, prohibited dogs etc so I prefer to swim faaaaaar away on the opposite shore across the river
Christmas dinner for us is usually seafood, maybe a barbecue, and lots of salads. Oh! And pavlova and trifle! ^u^
Unless grandma surprises us with a whole other dinner (that's spent 3 hours in a hot car boot. Also, dinner means lunch, tea means dinner) which would usually be some abstract form of turkey, roast vegetables and something that's supposed to be a pudding but I'm honestly not sure and too scared to find out. O___O
There is very little activity
as the only young people capable of movement are me and my sisters, and we've been told it's rude for us to wander off >:/ oh well.
The next day is my sisters birthday, so she gets all the leftovers for her birthday tea, which is ok because we prepare for this and make extra cool food every year, and usually a Dr Who themed cake, but this year it'll need to be a different cake.....
Sometimes there's a party, but most years her friends are too busy to pop by
For New Years, the little beach community like to let off all their expired flares and illegal firecrackers in competition with each other. Other than that the whole bay and lagoon is black and silent and quite thoughtful because there's nothing that marks the new year.... In comparison to what's on the tv
*I've got the delightful job of checking/fixing/replacing aaaaall the irrigation this summer.
Which means scores of kilometers of pipe, 16000+ water outlets and a giant bucket of repair gear. Synchronized with the water pump's timed program. In the blistering sun. Oh. Joy.
