We were all set, it was going to be a good bank holiday. Big Sis, her BFF and I were going to thrash the 2p machines, sit outside and watch the horses and holiday makers pass by, meet the clan [including four-foot-ninja and his sister] for lunch by the beach, enjoy the fresh air the last hoorah of summer before school, winter, darkness and the need for coats arrived.
Bloody damnable fudging weather!!! Why does the weatherman always get the weather correct on a holiday weekend and wrong the rest of the time?? Why do these isolated showers that never appear in July or BBQ night decide to band together and swamp us on the last bank holiday before christmas?? Tis a conspiracy of the fates, with some assistance from Major Murphy and Superintendent Sod!
However, we are tough stuff, no such thing as bad weather just bad clothing ….. we three entrapped females donned coats and BFF her brolly and we made a dash for it. Applied true holiday-maker spirit and threw caution to the onshore breeze and went for it. Armed with lose change we perused our machines with true hustler fashion “Dodgy top shelf [means they pile up easily]”, “too far back”, “got it”. We discuss whether it is a single job or a double onslaught [two people, one each side at the same time].
As the rain had done its best to become a drizzle we made way to our favoured cafe for a spot of lunch. Okay so you have to wait for it to be cooked, but it is proper pukka grub, not plastic catering and the prices are very very reasonable for a beachfront establishment. Fortified with cheese burger, chips and a coffee. Round two.
By now there were more people about, those determined to go somewhere and so something, or the bedraggled holiday makers [they’re the ones in flip flops or sandals, shorts or leggings and a coat, you can always tell], more stuff had moved as players had tried and given up. We were in … 2p’s cascading left,right and centre, made shouts as the treasured item of junk teetered on the edge defying physic laws.
We departed with a carrier bag full of crap, and some non-crap items, more tickets and tokens to use next time and a feeling of triumph as we had beaten the rain [which had gone somewhere else]. My hands were black and the seaside odour of greasy foods and dampness evaded and I was shattered!
Top prize of the day was a cube money box, the type with a bung in the bottom, a good three inches square, complete with a pounds worth of 2p’s inside. Second prize was the me-to-you teddy with clock [he was heavy!]. Third prize was a forgotten 2p left in a tray that was absently shove in a slot and 50 prize tickets spewed out!
Anyone need a key ring, we’ve got about 10, to add to our other 30 or 40 ish few.