Big break...
The husband and I had a wonderful break in the Wobble Box a couple of weeks ago. If you remember, this was to recover after a couple of very frantic weeks in Italy celebrating the nuptials of daughter number one and Arthur Daley (her new husband is in the motor trade, so it seemed as good a name as any). 'Make sure you pick a quiet site', said the husband as he shuffled off to work. 'It's the school holidays still, so choose wisely'. What he meant by this is that he wanted to be able to slob around in walking boots, shorts which are well are well past their best (aren't we all?) and with a bottle of craft cider swinging from his free hand (probably a barbecue tool of some description in the other) without fear of a rogue twelve year old standing at the end of our pitch asking daft questions such as, 'Does your dog bite?' or 'Is that hard to tow?' or, his own personal favourite, 'Have you seen our caravan? It's bigger than yours'.