The shit blog of Paul Chris Jones

Dear Diary. I took the kids swimming this morning. 6-year-old was trying to pull down my swimming trunks in the pool. I had to keep telling him "No," and batting his hands away. He was persistent though, like a sexual predator.

A couple of weeks ago he actually did manage to pull my penis out of my swimming trunks but luckily no one saw.

6-year-old and 2-year-old decided to get all the floats from the shelves and throw them in the pool. The result was fifty different coloured dumbbell floats floating in the pool. The lifeguard came over and I thought, Oh no, here we go, I'm about to receive a bollocking. The lifeguard stopped by the edge of the pool, crouched down, and said, "Don't worry about the floats. The most important thing is your kids have fun. Just make sure you put them all back after."

It was me putting them all back after.

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Denise organised a picnic this afternoon. There was Denise, two single men from Peru, and the new British girl Katie.

Gordon came too. He said he was initially reluctant to go as he thought he was too old. He only came because I was going.

Gordon quickly got drunk on a bottle of wine and started flirting with Katie. She listened to his ramblings with polite interest. Gordon's problem is that he loves talking about himself. If he learned to show an interest in other people maybe he still wouldn't be single after ten years.

We had a group conversation about humour and comedy. I'm inexperienced with group conversations. One person spoke and the other people listened. Participating was more difficult than having a one-to-one conversation. The sun was in my eyes and I started to get ill-tempered.

Denise is leaving Girona in ten days. I wanted to ask her if I could take over her social group but it didn't seem the right time.

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In the evening, I took the kids back to Comiccon. It's even better on Sunday evening. Fewer people. The atmosphere is more relaxed.

We watched a rock paper scissors competition happening on the stage. The winner won 200 euros.

Then we went to the food trucks outside to get food. I bought 6-year-old a hot dog and 2-year-old chips. The hot dog fell on the floor so I ate it instead. I could see teenage girls dancing on the stage inside so we went to watch. It was a music group called Aidoru Ja Nai. They were the final act of Girocomic. They consisted of three teenage girls wearing what looked like sexy maid costumes and doing synchronised dancing to intense Japanese pop music. They were singing in Japanese and had big smiles. 6-year-old watched from the pushchair while eating chips while 2-year-old stood next to him and watched too. I was watching as well, trying not to stare at the attractive one in the middle. I like it Comic-Con. Where else can a middle-aged man like me perve on women dancing in skimpy outfits? Apart from a strip club.

I feel like we've had a good weekend. Leroy Merlin, Comic-Con, swimming, picnic, and Comic-Con a second time.