Barb went for a run. Barbs run was the catalyst for the hiring of a 3 seat hire pedal contraption. In order to buy some “not hire the 3 seat contraption” Ross suggested we wait till Barb goes for a run and Ross and Daniel could follow on the hire thing. What an idiot. Was Ross honestly expecting Daniel to forget.
Ross managed to delay the inevitable until Barb returned, and off we all trudged to the bike hire place. Guess what; one drivers seat (for Daniel of course), one pedal seat (for Ross of course), and one relaxation, enjoy the view, kick back seat (for Barb, equally of course)
Off we went north to Southport under the unassisted pedal power of Ross, a quick play in the park for Daniel and some urgent medical attention for Ross, followed by a trip south into Surfers Paradise and back to the hire place knackered. Daniel started to turn a bit for the worst so we headed back to the apartment.
Barb looked a little like HRH the Queen during her Diamond Jubilee jaunt around London. Ross on the other hand looked like he’d been waterboarded at Guantanamo Bay. At least Daniel was satisfied, so it was a small price to pay.
Returning the bike, the Asian lady came out with bottles of water. Maybe it would have served us better being told before we hired the thing we’d be needing a giant bottle of water by the end.
To add insult, Barb and Daniel both received drinks but they hadn’t done any of the work.
THE RETURN OF CHUCKY !!!!!!!!!
It was like a pitiful B grade sequel to the original Chucky episode. Daniel hanging off the bed in exactly the same position as yesterday vomiting like a waterfall, Barb and Ross caught of guard and empty handed once again. The mad dash for towels and buckets although much more co-ordinated, was pathetically way too late to make any difference whatsoever.
That set the itinerary for the day …… Rest and TV.
All the towels were in the washing machine when a loud wailing sound filled the apartment. Barb looked worryingly at Ross who nonchalantly said that’s just the washing machine finishing. What sort of washing machine sounds like an ear piecing emergency fire alarm? Cut a long story short it was the evacuation alarm throughout the entire building. Ross quickly grabbed the expensive stuff and we headed out and straight to the fire escape. Don’t use the lifts, that’s the instruction, safety first. By the time we got to the bottom there was no alarm, no panic, the building still standing. Shit. Some idiot hit a fire alarm.
Ross was last heard mumbling something about how we would have been the only survivors if the emergency was real.
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