“Another Hit From the Bong.”

Date: 5/22/2020

I was at this random under roof flea market. I knew that I had been there before (even though I didn’t recognise it in real life) but it had changed drastically since the last time I had been there. I walked over to a clothes stall and started browsing the underwear section. I picked up this tie dye two piece, took one look at the price (it was only £3.99 the set!) and decided that it was way out of my price range. The girl at the till looked mightily pissed off. I strolled over to this huge barn-looking building. I knew, in the past, they used to sell gardening accessories and plants.... but now, everywhere I looked, were bongs and weed. I felt gutted as I really wanted a Japanese acer plant and had come all this way. I didn’t want no HIT FROM THE BONG! The guys at the desk looked really hipster and unapproachable. I decided to just give up and leave. Next scene; I had taken the kids to the swimming pool. As my son was getting in, I noticed he had (what looked like poo) on his leg. I didn’t want to make a scene, so I just ignored it and hoped no one else would notice. We splashed around for all of 5 minutes before I noticed that the water level was getting lower and lower until there was none left. “You need to get out!” The lifeguard yelled through her tannoy. “We’ve got a floater!” Everyone tried to get out of the pool as quickly as they physically could. I turned around to find my son, still standing in the empty pool, looking guilty as... dare I say it ... shit!