Well it’s Sunday on a bank holiday weekend, the sun is making a rare appearance and got bugger all planned. We’re giving our Merlin Pass a break this weekend (the poor bugger is getting worn out from the continual usage, and Merlin are ruing the day the allowed us a discounted pass rate). The break came partly because we are shattered, but mainly due to the blackout dates of a bank holiday weekend that our paupers Gold Pass presents. Best do something mind, sunny days are becoming less and less frequent…Mumbles it is then, our May tradition (or so Facebook memories tells me)…lunch at Verdis? Sounds like a plan.
Readying ourselves for the hell of finding a parking space and the inevitable fight for said space, we fitted the Mini with the Mad Max, Apocalypse package, complete with tyre spikes and a half naked man strapped to the bonnet…it was nice of Mikey to make an appearance. Bank holiday in the sunshine in Wales certainly brings out a mass of people vying for the same spot, almost like it’s some sort of tourist haven…the residents must really hate sunshine and holidays. Yep, as predicted, parking was shite and some, and I quote “Old Slag” (nice one Jo) didn’t exactly make it any easier by parking herself in a space awaiting the arrival of what I only assume from Jordan’s description was her pimp. Yeah, we may have armed the car, but it’s no match for a pimp slap…best find somewhere else.
Finally!!! The rarest of things, a space…and close to our destination. Everyone around was fuming at our magnificent space hunting skills and were about to start a riot…until they saw our vicious Poodle guard dog erupt from the boot of the car. Stand back bitches, Elsa has arrived. Why the hell did we have to bring this thing with us mun.
Right, yeah, it’s like 2pm, I’m fucking starving and Verdis is calling. Authentic Italian Pizza and Ice Cream in Wales. Throwing vibes of our trips to Lake Garda, always a good shout. Apparently the Vitamin D from the sun is like crack to children, who would have thought? Gray and Alaska were in full on knob mode, switched their ears off and did whatever the hell they wanted. Cool, guess it’s just as well me and Jo aren’t feeling under the weather then…oh wait. Fortunately Elsa was well behaved, which was good because across the table from us were a pair of kids even worse than our duo of destruction, with parents that I can only assume had either lost the will or just didn’t give a fuck whether or not their kids went missing or fell fowl to one of the many, many dogs here. Nice one guys, you’re lucky Elsa is used to children randomly accosting her…
Wearing an ashtray as a hat is it guys? Yeah not the best idea despite your continual protests that you are both setting a new fashion trend. I’d rather you didn’t fill your hair with the faint smell of ash…mind you, Derek Zoolander started in a coal mine, Grayson Gru-lander started with an ashtray.
Pizza ordered and Alaskas demands fulfilled…Cheese Pizza, obviously! Some other random pizza that I panic ordered for the rest of us to feast on. Can’t go wrong really, they’re all pretty delicious here. Damn, it’s a nice day, bright and sunny, albeit a bit chilly in the wind. Great choice of tables Verdis, mirrored tables in sunshine…Pizza and blindness, just what I ordered. I think, I couldn’t see the menu following the extreme retinal burning.
My pint of coffee finally arrives (need this to get me through the next hour or so), swiftly followed by pizza!!! I’m sure we remembered to feed Grayson within the last 24hours, not that you would have know by the vicious hammering her was giving the Pizza. Getting it down his neck faster than I’ve seen beard meets food complete half his challenges. If I ever questioned he was a Fletcher, this was putting my mind at ease. I’ve seen his uncle hammer a plate of 10 hotdogs in about 20 seconds…made me question his sexuality, but it was still impressive.
Alaska meanwhile was savouring her feast and was daintily making a mess in a Cookie Monster style pizza effort. Yep, she really wanted that cheese pizza. You enjoy it babes. She was full after 3 pieces mind, which was just aswell as Grayson was doing his best Oliver Twist impression and begging for another slice…MORE??!! You’ve eaten more than me and mam combined mun.
And of course, there’s always room for Ice Cream, despite Jordan’s protests that she was full and felt sick, the Turkish delight was calling (think his name was Ahmet or something)…Delicious Ice Cream, but such a painful wait for Alaska to finish. For such a greedy kid, she eats bloody slowly…partly to wind Grayson up I think. Ice Cream swiftly turns to milkshake, and following Alaskas shot of Strawberry, we are finally allowed to leave. Just as well, Elsa has picked up an unnatural love for pizza crusts and had started to follow the waiters in the hopes of catching a rouge piece of pizza. She had been relatively well behaved to be fair, not so much that she deserved a dog friendly dessert mind…
Quick stroll around the promenade, but not quite enough time or effort to make it all the way to the pier. Back home to chill for the rest of the afternoon/evening. Pretty decent few hours out with my wonderful (most of the time) family ❤️.
Comments