I plan to, Kev, next week ... Portsmouth to Santander and Spain for Winter Sun [fingers crossed] in southern Spain; so having fecked off to Portsmouth, I can then feck off some more to the Spanish sun
. But a stereotypical 'Senior Moment, aka a CRAFT moment- 'Can't Remember A Feckin Thing'; during the renovations, we have been shunting furniture and clothes from room to room as plasterers et al move in to do their work, so stuff is everywhere, including crammed into the M/Home. I have begun to remove my tools and decorating kit so that the clothes and crockery etc can be returned to refitted wardrobes and cupboards, and clothes stuffed into the M/Home can be sorted and repacked. But I have 'lost' a pair of jeans and a pair of shorts that will be needed for the trip, I have gone through the wardrobes and cupboards and all through the M/Home, and through every rucksack [at least 1/2 dozen - don't ask] at least 3 times and still cannot find them. Elaine has also turned everything over in a more disciplined, nay, forensic fashion, searching or the missing kit, and the house is looking like it's been ransackedby a horde of Vandals and Visigoths ...
After the last ransack of the M/Home at 0800 this morning, I remembered; I bought 1 pr each of the 40 inch jeans and shorts, and 1 pr each of the 42 inch versions; the latter were more comfortable, so I ordered a further pair each of 42 inch shorts and jeans. So I never lost a pair of 40 inch shorts and jeans, I just never bought them in the first place ...
. And, to think that Iused to say to my mother as she aged, 'You're not safe to be let out alone, missus' ... I have reached that sad stage, just a little quicker than my mother managed ...
Steve
