Being on holiday, having nothing to do all day makes the little things seem so important – and, yes, I am talking about sunbeds here.
Personally, just something that is comfortable suits me but my sun-seeking husband likes to achieve maximum sunlight potential. The resort we were staying in last week only seemed to get the sun on one side of the pool so every morning it was a dash to get those towels out, even having to resort to setting the alarm. Sheer madness! On several mornings one of the pool attendants decided to exert his control and refused to allow anyone to put towels down until 8am.
Each family’s designated sunbed acquirer (in our case my husband) stood pacing, holding their bundle of towels until on the dot of eight, were all released and then marched en-mass to their favoured spot. Wondering what was happening on the first morning this happened, I stepped out to see what going on and was greeted by the sight of holiday makers looking as if they were marching off to war.
It was certainly a sight to behold – and I bet the hotel staff were laughing their socks off – but hell hath no fury like a sun seeker banished to the shade.