If one were not ready for scrapping, this summer it would be offered as a beach companion with no further purpose to all those women whose partners refuse to sunbathe inertly, to smear or be smeared with protective creams and to play a decent role on the sand.
–I'm sick of you leaving me alone on the beach! What a boring man!
Far from arguing and defending themselves, the legion of married people who are allergic to a beach morning often resort – well, some also in winter – to the cowardly but infallible trick of being forgiven.
–First thing in the morning, I plant the towels and your hammock in the first line. I go by bike to buy the croissants, I wait for you without rushing to go down to the beach and as soon as you turn around, go to the water or the first friend appears, I go out on a terrace and see you there. And about the food (he has gobbled up some Roman-style squid on the terrace of the bar), don't worry. Fresh gazpacho from the boat!
I understand these beach widows who get frustrated with their husbands, white entities. If they have agreed to spend their holidays on the coast, why the subsequent resistance to the sand, the chats with other couples who casually come over to say hello, or the relaxing sound of the sea, the sea and the children, the sea and the parents? of the children who record their capers, the sea and motor boats, the sea that gave birth to us?
-The sun stuns me...
-Calm down, silly, I bought you a casual hat.
How can anyone find a boring beach? The beaches, for example, stimulate constructive criticism.
-Where is she going with that bikini!
Also a calm reflection on educational policies, pedagogical values and the children that we are going to leave to this world.
-Look, the kid has demolished two castles on the sly, he has hit the pot-bellied gentleman and his parents so calmly with a Chilean ball, without telling him anything.
There are those that do endure, based on underground play.
"When you stop looking at those tattooed girls, yes, the thong ones, would you mind passing me the bottle of Evian, honey?"
