Cuckolding in the Cotswolds.
Don’t worry –it wasn’t me and it was all a long time ago, of which more later.The taxi arrived in plenty of time – as we thought – but we crawled to
Whilst chatting to Chris I said I had seen two garden gnomes in Minehead. One wears a bright striped jersey, a snowy white beard, and his white locks covered with a woolly hat. The other one is like a black and grey version whose clothes look as if they have a life of their own. I was told they reside at The Mayfair which is for disadvantaged people and there have been complaints about Verne’s disreputable appearance. The Proprietors take great care to keep their resident clean and tidy but -
My new el cheapo trolley case was quite manageable but I decided to take the lift. Help!
Hooray there was an info desk and he told me helpfully that the last coach was the one I wanted. Next time I would know which end of the coach I wanted, but there was time to find my seat – albeit already occupied.
Did I want him to move? Er – yes please. The carriage – a quiet one was fairly full.
Day dreaming my way to
it was great to see Margaret waving - with a huge smile on her face. A quick spin in the car and we arrived chez
M&M with Malcolm offering drinks before a delicious lunch. With such good old friends it was pure
pleasure from beginning to end and it was great to be able to talk about MTL
without any awkwardness or embarrassment.
More later. See below.