There we were.
Belle and I, stretched out on our respective sunbeds.
We are the godesses of the sun.
We are queens.
We are chilled out tanned babes.
Mark is lying on his sunbed.
A boy sunbed doing boy sunbathing.
Boys are horrid and are mere minions when the godesses are soaking up the golden stuff.
He asks Ellie to pass him the sunscreen (which would entail Belle to move off her tanned booty and walk on over to his boy bed)
She replies, in a snobby and lame fashion "I can´t. My legs are broken"
The entire sun worshippers in earshot break out into fits of laughter.
That´s my girl.