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||Posted - 26/08/2005 : 22:43:20
Well, this is a funny tale....
September 2004. Lovely day on the beach. Sprawled out, lazing and sunbathing on the beach on my 'luxury' airbed. Kevin says, 'you better turn over and do your back, when you turn round you look like a milk/white chocolate button'.
Reluctantly I settle down to do my back, magazine spread out in front of me. I sit there for about two minutes, then start to fall asleep. You know the drill, the peak of your baseball cap starts to 'peck' the sand.
Then all of a sudden , there's this amazing 'whoooooop'......and all of the air has disappeared out of my airbed and I'm flat on the ground!
What happened? No idea!
Kevin's face? Totally gone. Laughing his head off.
I'm flat on my chest on the beach with no air in my airbed and he's got tears of laughter rolling down his face.
People all around are laughing. At me. Even the pigeons who have gathered for their afternoon feed have turned their beaks up in amusement.
Eventually I prise myself from my flat bed, red-faced, and trot off to buy another airbed. After all, Kevin obviously isn't going to oblige. He's too busy laughing.
I plod off in the direction of the shops feeling a bit depressed. I fancy eating something nice to make me feel better. 'I'll go to the supermarket first' I think to myself. And in the supermarket I find the ultimate snack for me..a croissant stuffed with bacon and cheese. Absolute bliss. Purhcase made.
Now I trot off to the airbed shop. The airbeds are all stacked up in a caged rack outside the shop. I choose the one I want and I need to haul it out of the cage. I have my croissant in one hand and purse in the other. The croissant goes under one arm and the purse under the other, as I try to feed the airbed upwards out of the cage.
Just as the airbed is reaching the top of the cage and is about to be freed, the shop owner appears and with a smirk, clicks open the gate to the cage, whereby the airbed can be easily slid out, with no need to haul upwards. 'Gracias' I say, totally embarrassed.
I pay for the airbed and make my way back to the beach. When I arrive, I remember the croissant - can't wait to eat it. But it's still under my arm, and now it's totally flat, more like a pancake than a croissant.
Kevin asks what it is. I tell him it's a flat cheesy pastry thing. I lay down on my new airbed, on my back, and decide that I actually like the thought of looking like a milk/white chocolate button.
And indeed I did return home that year browner on the front than the back. But did it matter? No - it was winter in England when I got back at the end of September and trousers and jumpers were the order of the day!
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||Posted - 29/08/2006 : 21:50:13
It's not only air beds that go POP! The inflatable boats, either pop or their bottoms fall out. Jonathan (my son) has bought so many boats over the past couple of years all to go in the bin in a matter of days. I am sure he bought them from the same shop Sarah bought her air beds!!!!! (I recognise the description of the rack).
I think I should buy him a real inflatable boat. Thats if Andrea and Miquel want to sell it!!! LOL.
||Posted - 11/10/2005 : 21:23:01
Could it be all the food, wine and cuba libres that were enjoyed by your goodself Kevin
Or could it have been sharp pieces of sand
Or maybe Sarah had a large pin in her bag [;)
Seriously though, I think the airbeds covered in the red and blue material always seem to wear better,although a little more expensive. I have had a little pillow in that material, and it is years old now, bit like me really
We would love to live in Tossa !!!
||Posted - 11/10/2005 : 16:34:20
I'd like to make a complaint about the airbeds this year.
I can't believe how many I've had to buy. I lay on one for two minutes and it deflates.
One of them exploded like Sarah's.
I had three in one day from the same shop. When I went back the last time they gave me a pink one, insisting they only had pink left. Liars, there was a blue one outside when I walked past later on!
In the end I bought a posh blue and red material one, and it lasted the rest of the holiday, and is waiting for our return to Tossa next year!
||Posted - 29/08/2005 : 22:15:56
Wish I'd see that happen, it must have been hilarious.
After purchasing no less than 8 airbeds in June, Kevin has decided to invest in one of those red and blue material numbers.
I've told him not to use the air gun to inflate it though!
||Posted - 29/08/2005 : 22:13:53
John, we just don't know where you get these from. I couldn't read this out to Kevin for laughing.
Quality (as we say here in Essex).
||Posted - 27/08/2005 : 20:51:41
Sarah's on her airbed,lying on the beach,Kevin's there beside her staying within reach,Picture the happy couple,lying there having fun,Kevin with his shades on soaking up the sun,"Turn over get your back done"Kevin then suggests,Suddenly a whoosh and skoosh,airbed it's gone west,Sarah can't believe how cruelly fate has played her hand,Kevin thinks it's one big joke Sarah face down in the sand.But somewhere in this sorry tale a moral lies within,If you're lying on your airbed and Kevin is close by,It may pay to keep an eye on him in case he has a pin!!
||Posted - 27/08/2005 : 10:47:06
The airbed story is very funny and reminds us of another funny incident. A woman dragged one of the blue and red heavy-duty mattresses along the beach to use the air that is used to blow up the rollers for launching the boats. Unfortunately she wasn't aware of the pressure behind the nozzle AND there was an almighty explosion. She was covered in shreds of red and blue rubber with only the pillow intact in her hand and a very red face,as she crept back to her place on the beach.
Kevin seems to have destroyed quite a few airbeds too.