Sorry? Bruce on holiday? Norman on holiday? Excuse me! I do not recall completing any poll on this forum relating to leave for Bruce or Norman and I have tried to take part in all polls. I need grounding from time and I don't mean an airstrike. Norman on holiday? Excuse me? (Would a judie whose locale features New Brighton dare to comment on Weston - a lovely tale of which I could tell you, and dare say I will, concerning my own Mater and Pater)
If, dear Jude, events are to take place as forecast, and let's face it, having read some of your mails, you are something of a Seer, I want to be at the airport as witness! It is essential that both you and I are at the airport. We need copyright on all proceedings and the monies therefrom should provide a network of support to financially rival he who makes the Gates; Bill or somesuchwhich. Henceforth all carers will reside in supportive splendour unseen since they hung the gardens at Babylon. (On what charge? We should be told.)
Bruce, when you get to Genoa, please don't mention my name in polite company and, if you are heading to Portofino, the third cliff back from that which passes for a car park bears some white paint - from a late (not in the fatal sense) dearly beloved's BMW which I happened to be driving at the time. Same applies if you're passing through La Spezia, wear a mask; any mask. Remember, you're not British if stopped.
Who said I don't know how to pose? or did...
Norman, Genoa and Portofino are where are learned my previously referred to Stevedore cussin', and they weren't even cargo ships. You needed to ship yourself up to Leghorn for that.....seeing as you didn't ask!
If, however, you're going to Tuscany and the Torre del Lago in Viarreggio, I will tell everybody that you know me and you'll be thrown in gaol. Not that I want to put you off, you understand.
God! buckets and spades, fish and chips, your mother shouting 'I'll not save you if you disobey me and drift out into the sea and no you can't have another icecream you have seventeen already and you won't eat your tea'.
Thanks for the smile
Lotsa...
Chesca