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{English, English, South African, French, French}
We were due to go and visit Mr. & Mrs. London for the weekend. Somehow three weeks had passed since we had seen each other and The Husband had grown quite cranky (and according to Mrs. London, Mr. London had been wearing his grumpy pants too). Normally when we go, Mr. London barbecues, and it’s a ridiculous amount of food for only the four of us. This time, Mr. London told us that he had invited a few friends to pop around to eat all of that extra food. A few? Try a whole bunch.Â
It was as if the United Nations was hosting a barbecue; there were French boys, Italian, and Samoan, boys from New Zealand and Argentina, Fiji, England and South African boys. And one American… ME!Â
But after observing the splashy pool time antics, one thing became clear; whether they’re from the Northern Hemisphere or the Southern, East or West, boys will always be boys.Â
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Somebody got pushed in the pool… twice. I feel that it is important to note that before the barbecue started, I mentioned to The Husband that he should wear his swim trunks. He told me that he didn’t want to because he didn’t plan on going swimming. I replied that that, was entirely irrelevant.Â
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This is Mr. London being held under water and beaten by noodles. And below you’ll see him being assaulted by a ping pong paddle wielding Gregory. I guess that the old saying is true, you always hurt the one you love.
The next day, the boys will be boys, splashy pool time continued with even more water wrestling and shenanigans.Â
It didn’t take long before Mrs. London and I decided that we were all testosteroned out… the perfect excuse to sneak off to the beach for some Rosé and nibbles.Â
It's Me, Sara Louise 
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