A friend of ours was down at Island Bay beach the other day with her kindergarten-aged child, where they stumbled upon a large group of women sitting around, cooking sausages around an open fire. They were invited to join in, and, as you do, they did.
Then, once the sausages had been eaten, the women completely stripped off, and plunged into the (absolulely farkin' freezing) sea, again asking our friend and daughter if they wanted to join in. This time they respectfully declined.
But I mean, really, the irresponsibility of it all. Swimming after eating? Madness.
A friend of ours was down at Island Bay beach the other day with her kindergarten-aged child, where they stumbled upon a large group of women sitting around, cooking sausages around an open fire. They were invited to join in, and, as you do, they did.
Then, once the sausages had been eaten, the women completely stripped off, and plunged into the (absolulely farkin' freezing) sea, again asking our friend and daughter if they wanted to join in. This time they respectfully declined.
But I mean, really, the irresponsibility of it all. Swimming after eating? Madness.