Pub news.

This is really exciting for me, because after Di has read this there maybe no future posts!

Jez and our ever-so-lovely landlady Di went away last weekend in their newly acquired caravan.(I'm sure I mentioned it.)

As with any operation of this nature the plans have to be laid down with military precision. Tasks have to be allocated to various people. Being a two person excursion (and the push-me-pull-you), this should have been a doddle.

The allocated responsibilities were as follows:

Jez, the entire running of the caravan and car: fuel, gas bottles, maintainence, tyre pressures,water,washer bottles,security hitch-up, etc.

Di, dog, food for all, pots and pans, clothes, etc. Simple!.......err, no!

When they arrived and pitched camp, so to speak, it was food time! Something, however was missing.

The cutlery!

Not a knife,fork or spoon to be seen! Coffee was measured using an egg cup!

It's the next part that will seal my fate. The washing up!

Right, picture the scenario. Di, our ever- so- lovely landlady is at the sink where she belongs slaving away, washing away the remains of some pasta sauce. (The plates, so i'm told are a semi-translucent glass,very nice), anyway, Di says to Jez,"These plates stain easily, I've been scrubbing this one for ages!"

Jez went to have a look."The plates are stuck together, that stuff is on the bottom one!"

Please say nice things at my funeral. I may survive until I leave, as I don't pay up until I leave!