All in the line of work

While I can't talk about my job directly, I can tell you that I went to a water park today (you may remember I also did this and this...it's a tough job to be sure, but you know what they say...) Before you get all green with envy, I will also tell you that I was outnumbered by teenagers 13-1, which means the hour-long bus ride was f.u.n. fun.
However, there I was, water-side, with a really good book, good company, gorgeous weather, and settled in to people watch for the day. There were bodies in all shapes and sizes - a shocking number with multiple tattoos, there were several piercings, hairy backs, the white guy with white white hair tanned to the colour of a coconut shell, cute-as-buttons little people, including a month old newbie who slept beside me for a couple of hours. But not one..not one single...speedo. I was disappointed! It used to be guaranteed that anytime you were in spitting distance of water, there'd be some European guy swaggering along in his speedo and gold chains. The closest there was to that today was a gentleman in a 007 suit. You know the one I mean. Casino Royale? Daniel Craig in the water? I thought of posting a picture, but that could be construed as lascivious. Or licentious. Not sure which, but neither are appropriate for the tone of this PG blog.
While he was a nice looking man, I was still sorry to not have seen a speedo. It's a sign of changing times, and I'm not altogether sure it's a good sign.

What I did see though, on the way home, was one of these which finished off the day very nicely. We used to see these Citroens all over France, and longed to own one for ourselves. We called them Duck Ducks...though I couldn't tell you why.