An update on the Blokeback holiday. The tent that they planned to sleep stacked up in – five men and a dog that runs away a lot - came back from a music festival in Spain. Almost. Thanks to the super duper organisational skills of daughter number one the tent is now locked inside a house in Fulham and the only person with a key is in India until October.
The revised plan is for the menfolk to sleep under the stars. It’s not all bad news though. My husband bought a Barbie Pink barbeque in a garage sale today for 50p and plans to take it on holiday along with his leatherman and all purpose bucket. He also bought a Reebok exercise mat for 50p and presented it to me, and has been puzzling all day about why I am in a huffy huff-huff.
My holidays start right here right now. My brain has already flopped in anticpation. I’ll be back all perky in September. Have a great break whatever you are doing.
That reminds me of when my sister gave me that book called ‘What Not to Wear’ for Christmas. There was a very tense moment over the mince pies.