I didn't get to finish my bank holiday story. I have started so I will finish!

My cousin has bought herself a bungalow on the coast and I had arranged to borrow it during the summer holidays. After shearing the lawn Myself and my mum leaped in the her trusty Mitsubishi with the squeaky wheel and sped off in search of bungalows.

The first 20 miles or so were easy enough but hte last hundred yards was probably the most difficult. I don't own a satnav (Christmas present me thinks) and had looked up the address on Google earth. Unfortunately by the next day I had forgotten
most of the details and just had an urge to turn left all the time. My Mum, bless her aching bones had completely the wrong end of the county never mind the right village but at least she deterred me from my left turn nightmare and between the 2 of us we arrived, only a Little late at the appointed time.

The bungalow is very tasteful, as I would expect of my cousin. The longer we stayed the more nervous I became about letting my kids loose on it. Still here goes to summer.

We went for a short stroll along the beach. It would have been a longer walk but we got blown off the beach by the gale force winds.

My cousin recounted how many famous people she had seen on this gawdforsaken stretch of wind blown hell and I am afraid I was rather rude and suggested that surely they had better places to be, like Monte Carlo, Malibu, well just about anywhere!

How ungrateful am I?

That was pretty much it for my bank holiday. Except for some more gardening.

My mum has a laurel bush in her garden and she was determined to trim it. I have just dealt with two monster Laurel trees hell bent on worked domination in my own garden and are sick of the sight of them. I was hoping that I could stall Mum until it became time for me to leave.

My plan was working well and the clock was ticking down but then, damn it, one of her neighbours turned up on a pretext of cancelling a planned coffee morning and then told my mum it was about to rain. My Ma then cajoled me out into the garden and we set about murdering this Laurel bush. And it didn't rain.

As I left the street I gave the neighbour a hard stare along the lines of "I know your game!" She didn't get it!


No more Bank Holidays now until August. Just have to knuckle down at work