The day we started the summer season, we also assigned patrol guards to the Hotel parking lot, since nothing helps irresponsible parents not to leave their children locked in the car while they were doing “only 5 minutes” things. You can see “Do not leave your children alone in the car” posters and warning everywhere in French, English, Italian, German, and Croatian languages, and yet every year several children tragically die locked in the car in high temperatures. I am telling you the truth: if my Prince and Ivy will catch irresponsible parents, they will beat them to death.

Like every year when it started to be warmer, we replace our morning and evening jogging with swimming in the sea, because it gives better results for body development. My dad told us during our family coffee time that since today, we won’t be able to use our beach next seven to ten days because it will be occupied by tools, machines, and workers who will build the dock, install water pipes and electricity cables, dig the ground to connect our shack to the house sewer and flatten the ground for the shack. Damn, we had to stop enjoy in our swimming before we truly started. Dad Boss and mom Zdenka said they will take the children to the villa whenever they want so they may enjoy themselves in their boat and they will bring them back before we return home from work. We liked the idea, and the children too until they heard that my mom and dad won’t be going to the villa because they have to stay for my mom will be cooking and cleaning and my dad will be overseeing the work on our beach. The children said they will stay because they will be missing their grandpa and grandma. Oh, my parents were very touched and showered them with kisses. Now, do you really believe my Prince had only sex in his mind when he told us why we need a bigger shack? No, he didn’t. I mentioned only that part and I will tell you why. Although he said to my Ivy and me that the sex is the reason why we need the bigger shack, our children were the main reason for the bigger shack, not the sex. Among the other reasons he told my dad right after was that it is much better to put them in the shack than under the tree when they need a nap or when it starts to rain, then run with them up to the hill to the house. The sex, was last thing on the list of his needs for the bigger shack. Well, why didn’t I say so in the first place? Because I was ashamed for, I confess now, the sex, not our children, was the first and only thing in MY mind about why we needed a bigger shack. I couldn’t say it in my previous diary. That’s why I censored that part.

Two incidents with hooligans couldn’t ruin our weekend. The first incident was on Saturday, on the Hotel beach which is reserved only for our guests who must show a hotel room key to our security guard at the entrance. However, three hooligans (they always come in packs) climbed over the fence and sneaked onto the beach. Nobody will notice it unless one of them started to poop on the shore. The guests saw it and reported it to the security guard who called for help since he couldn’t let the beach entrance unguarded. So, one other guard arrived and when he tried to escort them from our beach, they attack him. The beach guard intervened too and they restrained them. The beach guard helper brought them to Ivy’s office where she gave them extra slaps and punches for attacking our guard and especially after the pooper’s friends confessed their friend pooped on purpose, to see the guests’ reaction and to drive them away. When the beach cleaner wanted to clean the shit dump from the beach, he was told not to. My Prince and Ivy brought them back to that spot and before the shitter cleaned it, my Ivy rubbed his face in it and told them if we catch them once again, they will end up in traumatology with broken arms and legs. She didn’t let the shitter wash his face but my luvs escort them through the main gate so that everyone would see what will happen to the offenders. (It is one thing if somebody poops on the beach because the toilets were occupied, and he couldn’t hold on anymore, which is almost impossible since we have enough beach toilets, and it is a completely different thing if someone does it like this jerk). My Prince didn’t interfere in my Ivy’s way of handling the situation. He let her do her job respecting her as the chief of security. He was there only to watch her back and help anyhow he can.

The second incident happened last night, at the mead tavern where we took our guests on domestic cheese, wine, mead, smoked ham, and similar food and beverages, the place we started to visit last year. We became friends with the owners and promised we’ll bring him, guests, whenever possible. So, we reserved all the tables since the place isn’t very big and there were 30 of us. During enjoying our meals, a group of hooligans (don’t know their number since they were scattered) tried their luck at stealing from our guests, aiming their purses and smartphones. That’s what they have been doing every summer. When one of them tried to steal a purse making a distraction, the other one stole someone’s smartphone grabbing it from the table, and started to run. My luvs intervened immediately. They started to chase them. My Prince didn’t catch the thief, but my Ivy caught the distracter. He screamed so hard: “Let me go!” that everyone felt she was torturing him. Since he didn’t want to talk about where he and his companions live, they started to process him. Then he talked. (The problem with stolen goods is that if you do not act immediately, the chances you will get them back are thin or none). Although Mister “XXX” told my luvs to let it go, they didn’t. They couldn’t. Leaving them unpunished will only encourage them to continue stealing. So, after some hour and so, my luvs returned with the stolen smartphone. When they were asked how they found them and what they did to them, they answered:

- You don’t want to know. (They told me later they caught 5 of them, beat them hard, and hand over to the police under the charge of attempt of robbery and stealing).

Mister “XXX” knows about my luvs’ rough dealing with offenders, bullies, and similar scum and he disapproves of it, but he knows he can’t protest about it since it won’t change anything. So, he said no word about it to them. Anyway, we continued to have fun enjoying meals and beverages while my luvs were on the guard patrolling near the tables. When we arrived home, we bathed our children, put them to sleep, had our evening routine, and ended the day with marvelous sex.