Ahhh the Summer holidays years ago, close approaching an eon ago.
This was the time of kicking back, going to Steam Rallys, visiting Grandparents, and going to Oakwood in return for spending hours if not days pulling up fern.
Now the Summer holidays just mean toil, tosspots, trashed and tourists – some fateful days all combined!
Each day is pretty much the same as the past, next and other.
Is it too much to ask for a little diversity, something along the lines of
– Streakers in the maze
– Fit builders to oggle at (now that I've discovered I have an oggle face -damn you Shall, I was happy!)
– Hector (the old lesbian couples huge feck of dog) to maul a Brownie to death
– Tom snapping, flip out like a ninja at the stupid general public
– The butterflies to start of mass attack on the old people in the zoo
Ahh well, day off tomorrow Rich and I are off on one of our holiday japes.