I'm bored.
Part 4-Mark breaks his digital detox by doing the Spiderman trailer reaction, Nadia spies on him with loads of whispering. Nadia tells us about Mad's and Pat's horrendous train ride. They went for a picnic, went in the sea for an hour at 8 p.m. loads of laughter. Nadia starts crying because Kiki said she was so happy. Whispering Mark's maudlin monologue about kids getting older, blah, blah. Everyone is still in bed, off to the beach with the dogs. Wasted footage of ChiChi just standing, looking at puddles. Mussels on rocks. Off to Rick Stein's. Slideshow of beach pics. Why has Nanny Di got a purple cardigan sitting on her head? Next morning, Mark lying on wall again, this time in his bare feet looking like a hillbilly. Honestly, what would you think driving around a picturesque village in Cornwall to see some barefoot, middle-aged dipstick lying on a stone wall? Nadia calls it "de-stressing." Mark has had his eyebrows trimmed by Maddie. Back to the beach, Nadia is shocked to see a naked little boy, cue Britain is messed up about nudity from Nadia. Mark says "we have lots of creep in this country...we are known in Europe for having so many creeps."
Mark almost drops the camera. Nadia aching from swimming. Missing kid announcement and Mark says it's a
. Mussels on rocks again, a rock that looks like a rabbit, Toffee swims in a pool by the rocks and she looks so blissful and is the highlight of this vlog at 17:20. Nadia spinning around on the beach like a deranged seawitch.
Back to cottage to take the teen lovebirds back to the station. Mark cuts his chin shaving and has a massive piece of bog roll covering it. Nadia makes packed sandwiches for those two. Another day, another beach and can't figure out how to get to the sea. Get to the sea, Nadia doesn't like it, too much seaweed and those building over there, look industrial (it doesn't). Dude in a shirt and tie wetsuit on the beach taking his paddle board out. Mark laughs and we get a look at his narsty teef. "Can you hear me?" for the 44th time. Two of them fraching over feminism on the beach. Another beach, Mark shoving ice cream in his face. Bitching about beaches and swearing. Someone built Stonehenge on the beach. Sunset, Nanny Di with the purple cardigan on her head, reading the paper. Put a cup in front of her and she could easily come away with 3 quid. Jeez, the cardie has the inside tag showing. Mark annoys his mum and I wish she would brain him with her walking stick. Back to the cottage, Nanny Di can't get out of the SUV. She has her right trackie pant leg up her leg, like some geriatric hip-hop street urchin. Mark blathering his epilogue with another slideshow to finish.