We could have gone away in the caravan this weekend. In fact, when we came back from our last trip a fortnight ago, we agreed that we would try and get away again this weekend. So what stopped us?
Probably the weather forecast which, during the week, unfolded a picture of wind and rain all weekend.
"Plans for the weekend? Don't even bother," said the local weathergirl on Thursday.
So, we decided to be sensible and stay at home, smug in the knowledge that we were not about to be drowned at sea or blown over the nearest cliff.
And that would have been that, except for the fact that the BBC weather forecasters these days seem to be congenitally unable to get the damn forecasts right!
So, had we been able to see into the future, 'Don't bother going anywhere' would have translated as 'Wall to wall sunshine and a light breeze' which is what we had yesterday and today and probably will again tomorrow.
Infuriating!
Knight in shining armour
Well, there I was, after the journey home from Bristol, relaxing and blog-surfing when Keith suddenly stiffened and peered under the coffee table, which has a bottom shelf so is not easy to look under.
"Just go outside," he said, "Hurry up, there's - er - something under the table."
Needing no further urging, I took myself off into the hall to await further information and Paddy slid off the sofa and took himself off to his cushion (No help at all, that dog!).
There was a few moments of scuffling and moving of furniture before Keith emerged triumphant, tightly crushed tissue in hand.
"I take it that was a spider?" I said.
"Yes, a big one too," was the reply.
Having ascertained several times that he really had killed the monster, I gingerly sat down again and then got up and sprayed the whole of the ground floor with 'SpiderStop'. That should keep the wretched creatures out for a few days.
Meanwhile Keith was awaiting congratulations and expressions of admiration at the calm, efficient way he had conducted the whole episode. A real kight in shining armour!
"Just go outside," he said, "Hurry up, there's - er - something under the table."
Needing no further urging, I took myself off into the hall to await further information and Paddy slid off the sofa and took himself off to his cushion (No help at all, that dog!).
There was a few moments of scuffling and moving of furniture before Keith emerged triumphant, tightly crushed tissue in hand.
"I take it that was a spider?" I said.
"Yes, a big one too," was the reply.
Having ascertained several times that he really had killed the monster, I gingerly sat down again and then got up and sprayed the whole of the ground floor with 'SpiderStop'. That should keep the wretched creatures out for a few days.
Meanwhile Keith was awaiting congratulations and expressions of admiration at the calm, efficient way he had conducted the whole episode. A real kight in shining armour!
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