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.