onlyemma's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "welcome to Centre Parcs, after your holiday you will be needing some sort of counselling. Enjoy your stay" On Monday evening mum, dad, Kate and I went to Centre Parcs in Sherwood Forest. It was a short holiday to celebrate mum and dad's silver wedding anniversary next week and we had a really good time. We had to ride round everywhere on bikes and it was so much fun watching my mum trying to master the bike riding lark. The first time we got our bikes, we stopped at a roundabout to let people pass and she fell off into a bush. Bless her. She was a bit more steady as the week progressed though, and I can't say that I was much better. I was a bit disappointed by the Subtropical Swimming Paradise I have to say. I didn't really feel as though I was in paradise when I was there, especially when they put the wave machine on and I felt like I was caught in a scene from The Perfect Storm, with water going up my nose and my feet barely scraping the bottom of the pool. And I won't even mention my horror when the sprinklers came on just as I was swimming across to the side - pelting out water droplets the size of my fist at a rapid speed, causing me to lose control of my limbs and their swimming ability and leaving me with the dire option of float or die. It seems as I looked across, that my sister was in the same sort of situation, except she had an unexplainable smile on her face. We went on the speed rapids only once regrettably, which was a series of deep dips gushing with water that pulled your bikini bottoms down or snugly lodged them up your backside. It was a gallant adventure. And speaking of adventures, me, mum and Kate ventured into the Spa on Wednesday. It was so relaxing, I could have stayed there all day. However, I noticed something a bit odd after 10 minutes or so of being in there. I realised that every room we went into - the sauna, the Japanese salt room, the Turkish Hammam, you name it, no matter how many people were in there, as soon as me, my mum and Kate walked in, within 2 minutes, everyone had left. Now after about the 10th time it became quite funny, but I'm not quite sure what we did to deserve such isolation. Maybe we didn't look rich enough to be there, though I doubt you can tell who's rich and who's not when you're all in the same dressing gowns and towels. But we even managed to clear the open-air pool at one point. Oh but I am glad to me home! Mainly because I had to share a bedroom with Katie for the whole week. Now most people would think it's not so bad sharing a room with your sister for a few days, but nooo, you haven't shared a room with MY sister. I have never known anyone to talk in their sleep so much. Here's the conversation I had with sleeping Kate on Monday night: I turn over in bed to get comfortable. Kate: What are you doing!?! Me: Nothing [I turn over again] Kate: Emma! What are you doing!?! Me: Nothing! I'm just turning over! Kate: Oh, I thought you were exercising on the floor... Me: what? Tuesday night: Kate: are you on the phone? Me: what? Kate: [leans over] are you on the phone? Me: no Kate: oh you're reading a magazine Me: no I'm not Kate: that's why you were later to bed than me Me: oh right... [insert a cross between a puzzled and slightly amused expression on my face] Kate: I'm thirsty Me: I'll have a glass of water please Kate: ok [she goes to Kitchen and gets a glass of water, hands it to me and goes back to sleep] Ok so that night she was quite useful. But then there's Wednesday night: Kate: yeah! yeah! Oh ok then, yeah. Alright, Just a minute. Kate gets out of bed, stands at the side of it and does the hand signals that the lollypop lady does when she's escorting little children across the road. Kate: come on, come on! Me: Kate what are you doing? Kate: letting the cyclists pass...come on! come on! [more signalling] Me: oh, well get back in bed Kate! Kate: God! Emma! Stop it you're always doing that! me: What!?! Kate: you know...running... I rest my case. She is a nightmare to sleep in the same room with. So there's a warning to all of you thinking about ever inviting her to a sleepover. She'll bug you all night, shout at you, direct traffic through your bedroom, but on the plus side, she'll get you a drink if you ask nicely. 11:24 a.m. - 2003-04-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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