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Our holiday at the sea side day Fifteen by Ann Wood

It is the second day of our second week, of our summer holiday at the sea side, good morning all! It is early morning of our 4th day in Blackpool I wake up from the storm outside. It was raining all night again. I get ready for breakfast; we eat our breakfast and clean the table. Then we all get ready for our journey; today we will go to nears town for shopping and lunch. We will stay there for over night then in the morning will be back to Blackpool for two or three more days. It is 9am and we are on our way to nears town already. It is still raining and cold but we are happy to be together. At 10am we arrive at the town and start looking for place to park the caravans. The rain start slowly stopping, we found place to park near the beach and wait the rain to stop. We have our late morning tea and coffee with home made cookies. At 11:30am the rain finally stop and we go out for shopping and walk. At 1pm we have lunch in small Italian eatery near the sea side. We all have pizza and salad with ice cream on the end for pudding. After lunch we go out for more shopping and walk on the beach, until dinner time, when we back to ours caravans. Today my cousin have birthday and we will have surprise party for him, tonight. I make him a nice birthday card and write him poem. Also get him transformer 4in1 he love to play with stuff like that. My mom will make him his favorite honey and toffee cake; his mom will make puff ecler cake with cream and vanilla souse. We will have indoor BBQ with few different salads grilled vegetables chips and mashed potatoes and BBQ sweet corn. We play party games all night and have fun I read my poem, mom singing songs and we all dancing on front the fire. My cousin is over the moon get so many presents and he enjoys his party. It is really late at night I am getting very sleepy and saying good night to my family and go to bed. Good night world sleep well and sweet dreams see you in the morning, night night.

Short story by Ann Wood