They are going away, she's been upstairs packing since she got in from work and is now running around cleaning and dusting as if her life depended on it. Even barking at the hoover has failed to cheer me up today. So it definitely is Stalag 49 for me in the morning by the looks of it. They don't even have WiFi for Christ's sake. Think Butlins but without any glass in the windows and a large incontinent yet amorous Staffordshire Bull Terrier called Bruno for a cellmate and you are about there. Pooh count: only 3, think I've got constipation at the very thought of what lies in store, the tight bastards.
You couldn't make it up could you. I spent much of the weekend dozing on the sofa watching telly. Glastonbury was on, although sad to say there was no Snoop Dog, Bone Jovi or any other canine related artists. The big news seemed to be the lack of female headliners and now we know why as one scored a spectacular own goal. She missed her slot cos she was doing her hair. It takes ages she said. Why NOT start doing your hair well before your show time. Aaagh no where's my handbag I've left it in the car, I've got to back to fetch it.