There was a lot of talk about hitting the beach today, but the Sun didn't want to come out and play. So instead I headed to the second funnest place in Bournemouth: the dump. Hurling mattresses into a big skip is the definition of male bonding and me and Dad made it look like we were born to hock soft furnishings over chest-high walls.
Beach tomorrow... It's overdue now.
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