Death to blueberries

Beach bum

Last week I was on vacation. I visited grandma and grandpa, and vóvó and vôvô, and great-grandma and great-grandpa. I skipped dubiously on the beach sand, and I charged trustingly at the ocean. The only thing that managed to stop me was a bad cold - I was laid out for 2 whole days with a fever, and I slept most of that time. But on day 3 I made a full recovery and made up for all the time I missed.