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down my dress and check out my reflection in his sunglasses. Oh, God! This humidity does nothing for my hair. Telling myself that I will Photoshop the pics later, I wrap my arm around Oliver’s waist and smile for the camera. It’s only after I have been blinded by the flash I realise that Janie is draped seductively over the cat’s knee. With her legs in the air and her boobs barely contained within the constraints of her swimsuit, she couldn’t look more scandalous if she tried. Trying not to show how appalled I am, I thank the kind man for taking the photo and move aside. Scrolling through the pictures, I hit delete and slip the camera back into my pocket.
‘Who’s coming on the Serpent’s Slave with me?’ Oliver raises his eyebrows and points to a rather scary looking entrance in the distance.
‘I’ll stay with Noah.’ I let out a forced sigh and push the pram forward, secretly happy to have an excuse to get out of this one. ‘You guys go on and I’ll take photos.’
‘Mom?’ He asks, taking off his sunglasses and resting them on his baseball cap. ‘Are you feeling brave?’
‘Honey, I was born brave!’ Tearing off her handbag, Janie shoves it in my arms before frog marching Oliver towards the frankly terrifying ride.
Deliberately keeping a few steps behind, I try not to laugh as Janie challenges Oliver to ride every rollercoaster in the park ten times over. If I am totally honest, I think I have grown out of the whole being turned upside down at eighty miles an hour thing. For some reason, it just doesn’t do anything for me anymore. Maybe tackling Thorpe Park with Lianna and the world’s worst hangover might have something to do with it. Promising myself that I will at least hold Noah on the teacups, I follow the overpowering stench of Janie’s perfume and hover by the entrance. Deciding that the sound effects are a little frightening for a two-year-old, I take the pram and wait by a nearby bench.
My skin sticks to the insanely hot metal, causing me to let out a screech which sets Noah off on a giggling frenzy.
‘Well, I am glad that you find it funny.’ I mutter, grabbing Janie’s handbag and using it as a cushion.
An employee of the park catches my eye and sidles over, despite my attempts to look not interested.
‘Can I get you an ice-cream, ma’am?’ The young redhead points to her cart and pulls out a board. ‘I’ve got whipped cream, cookie sandwiches and everyone’s favourite, sundaes .’
‘Ice cream!’ Noah yells, struggling to get out of his pram. ‘Mummy!’
‘I think we need to have our lunch first.’ Attempting to walk away, I am stopped in my tracks by an ear piercing scream.
‘I want ice-cream! ’ Between kicking his legs and screaming louder than Carrie Bradshaw at a Manolo Blahnik sale, he starts to gain the attention of those around us.
Not wanting to cause a scene, I dig around in my pocket for some change. Remembering that all of our cash is in Oliver’s wallet, I smile helplessly at the vendor and try to get Noah to calm down. Obviously being unhappy at not getting his ice-cream, he turns a worrying shade of purple and screams even louder than before. Just as I am wanting the ground to swallow me up, I spot Janie’s handbag on the bench. Surely she wouldn’t mind if I borrowed a few dollars? Quickly grabbing the bag, I fumble with the pink fluffy zip for what feels like an eternity before it finally relents. I jam my hand inside to feel around for a purse, resulting only in spilling the entire contents out onto the floor in front of me.
‘Sh… sugar! ’ I groan, dropping to my knees and scrambling around on the pavement.
Luckily a couple of tourists come to my rescue and start gathering up Janie’s belongings. Tossing in numerous red lipsticks, anti-aging pills and a ton of Xanax, I push myself to my feet and pass the vendor a handful of coins. All that for a bloody ice-cream! Accepting a huge sundae, I tear off the wrapper and pass it to
‘Who’s coming on the Serpent’s Slave with me?’ Oliver raises his eyebrows and points to a rather scary looking entrance in the distance.
‘I’ll stay with Noah.’ I let out a forced sigh and push the pram forward, secretly happy to have an excuse to get out of this one. ‘You guys go on and I’ll take photos.’
‘Mom?’ He asks, taking off his sunglasses and resting them on his baseball cap. ‘Are you feeling brave?’
‘Honey, I was born brave!’ Tearing off her handbag, Janie shoves it in my arms before frog marching Oliver towards the frankly terrifying ride.
Deliberately keeping a few steps behind, I try not to laugh as Janie challenges Oliver to ride every rollercoaster in the park ten times over. If I am totally honest, I think I have grown out of the whole being turned upside down at eighty miles an hour thing. For some reason, it just doesn’t do anything for me anymore. Maybe tackling Thorpe Park with Lianna and the world’s worst hangover might have something to do with it. Promising myself that I will at least hold Noah on the teacups, I follow the overpowering stench of Janie’s perfume and hover by the entrance. Deciding that the sound effects are a little frightening for a two-year-old, I take the pram and wait by a nearby bench.
My skin sticks to the insanely hot metal, causing me to let out a screech which sets Noah off on a giggling frenzy.
‘Well, I am glad that you find it funny.’ I mutter, grabbing Janie’s handbag and using it as a cushion.
An employee of the park catches my eye and sidles over, despite my attempts to look not interested.
‘Can I get you an ice-cream, ma’am?’ The young redhead points to her cart and pulls out a board. ‘I’ve got whipped cream, cookie sandwiches and everyone’s favourite, sundaes .’
‘Ice cream!’ Noah yells, struggling to get out of his pram. ‘Mummy!’
‘I think we need to have our lunch first.’ Attempting to walk away, I am stopped in my tracks by an ear piercing scream.
‘I want ice-cream! ’ Between kicking his legs and screaming louder than Carrie Bradshaw at a Manolo Blahnik sale, he starts to gain the attention of those around us.
Not wanting to cause a scene, I dig around in my pocket for some change. Remembering that all of our cash is in Oliver’s wallet, I smile helplessly at the vendor and try to get Noah to calm down. Obviously being unhappy at not getting his ice-cream, he turns a worrying shade of purple and screams even louder than before. Just as I am wanting the ground to swallow me up, I spot Janie’s handbag on the bench. Surely she wouldn’t mind if I borrowed a few dollars? Quickly grabbing the bag, I fumble with the pink fluffy zip for what feels like an eternity before it finally relents. I jam my hand inside to feel around for a purse, resulting only in spilling the entire contents out onto the floor in front of me.
‘Sh… sugar! ’ I groan, dropping to my knees and scrambling around on the pavement.
Luckily a couple of tourists come to my rescue and start gathering up Janie’s belongings. Tossing in numerous red lipsticks, anti-aging pills and a ton of Xanax, I push myself to my feet and pass the vendor a handful of coins. All that for a bloody ice-cream! Accepting a huge sundae, I tear off the wrapper and pass it to
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