it's been a holiday of denial. 1st me doris says I couldn't take me freelander to france (only two seats, where would the kids go?)(don't give a f**k says I, they can go in the car with you, followed by THE LOOK), roughly translated two weeks of joy in the zafira (alright I suppose, does the job, but no fun)
Then when we're coming back through the tunnel tonight, warnings everywher that no meat or dairy products are allowed into europe (ergo france) from the UK. Bastards. It was nearly enough to make me come home, git me freelander, fill the boot with tripe and offal and f**king well drive back.
Cudn't be arsed though. Coming back next year, but it has already been made abundantly clear we will all be travelling together as a
"F A M B E R L E Y". She did hint she might consider replacing the zafira with a landy of some sort though. Think she just does it to keep me hanging on !
Maybe I could send some through the post ? If I put it in an envelope with some of the smelly cheese we brought back, no-one will know what the f**k is in it?