Not sure if I'll be able to blog from there but hopefully I'll find plenty to occupy myself with. Kayaking, drinking Normandy cidre, stuffing myself senseless.
Only trouble is, in Normandy, just about everything has apples in it. It does grate after a while. Still, plenty of good hacha (horsemeat) and lobsters, oysters, l'escargot and the rest.
Hope my shed will be ok while I am away.
THE BLUE SHED RESPONDS:-
Don't give me any of that my old sunshine. You don't give a toss. Just look at the company you keep. Last Wednesday you went to Leigh on a booze-up with that crazy friend of yours and his brother.
You have only to see the state of his Shed to know what manner of man he is:-
Pathetic! What sort of man would have a Shed like that in his garden... a BROWN one at that.
I am looking forward to a fortnight's peace and quiet while lard-ass goes off in his mobile shed. The cheeky swine put his chiminea inside me tonight to keep it safe while he is away.
What a bloody nerve. Still, at least one of the bloody bikes have gone.
Nice few hours of sunshine today. Amongst those that landed on me were great tits, blue tits, doves, a large squirrel and some cabbage-white and red admiral butterflies. Loads of ladybirds about and of course those infernal fornicating and yowling cats.
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