Saturday, 11 July 2009

Bach

What can I say about my Holiday that would give you an insight into how it went.....Well here goes. The first few days I averaged 2 hours a night sleep. My IBS decided it did not like the Seaside so I know where every toilet is from Bangor to Rhyl. Oh yes I had a puncture on the second day. On the third I found that my expensive dust caps (blue steel) had been nicked from outside the cottage. Well not all as they left one. So the next night I just happened to catch the thieving gits. I made one cry as i shouted so loud (yes only young, but apparently they terrorise the neighbourhood scratching cars etc) They gave the caps back and we spoke to the police and the neighbours who seemed to be terrified of them??? They were not like the Midlands thugs and i saw an ounce of decency in them. So much so that the next day I told them if they needed something so badly they only had to ask, so i gave them the caps??? Not sure what I was trying to achieve here, but hopefully a modicum of respect for them to learn. The cottage itself was dirty and had rats....yes rats. Also it was next to the busiest road in Conway and all the cars seemed to have no exhausts or souped up cars. If I said sleeping on the M25 would have been quieter I would not be lying??? To cap t all, on the way back. Doris, my Sat Nav took me across country home and mostly B roads. So if anyone asks me if I had a good break.......grrr
I now have to sort my guts and other things out as soon as my stress levels drop to a normal limit and not of someone who is about to base jump off Everest. welcome home.
P.S Only managed a 10 minute blow all week.
P.P.S Went crabbing off Bangor Pier. the record for crabs was 236 in one hour. I caught 1 in the same time and I think he just committed suicide by hanging from the line.
P.P.P.S Went to where they filmed The Prisoner Porthaddock or something like that...very weird.
P.P.P.P.S There is no P.P.P.P.S

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