After getting up this morning, I sploshed into our new portapuddle to cool off, boinged onto the trampoline to warm up, and then got set for the labours of the day.
‘We’re going for a drive to the Midlands,’ I was told by an assortment of grandkids, Much Better Half, and Younger Daughter.
‘I’m not coming,’ I said. ‘Too much to do here.’
‘Oh, come on! It’ll do us all good.’
‘No.’ I said in definite tones, and watched, still dressed in my soggy Speedo, as the rest of the family prepared to leave.
I got looked at.
After a new record for shaving, dressing, and grabbing cameras and sofifth, I climbed into the car. Being looked at is serious stuff.
I enjoyed yet another sight of Howick Falls, the green and lush Midlands generally, and an excellent lunch at Hebron Haven Hotel in the Dargle Valley. They have a menu with some fascinating history, including the tale of Preller’s Millions and Preller’s ghost.
It also contains some spelling and grammatical errors – echoed on the website. On return, I sent a message offering my professional editing services. D’you think I’ll get a response?