Well, we were supposed to be going to the caravan in Swanage this morning so we could do the market on Wareham Quay on Saturday. What happens, they get me all excited, on with the collar, all this rubbish talk of, off to the seaside, soon be on the beach etc etc, and what happens. Stick their noses out of the door after listening to the last of Wogan and declare it a bit cool. Its only minus 5c, what are they made of. They wrap up in there thermals, and I don't even get a woolly hat, and they say its too cold.
Wimps.
They promise me tomorrow, I'll have some barking to do if we don't go I can tell you.
Friday, 18 December 2009
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