[One, Two, Middlesboogie]

... a day early and not a moment too soon! I tell you, there's nothing like a week in a damp, draughty 17th Century gatehouse in the middle of nowhere to make you realise how much cool stuff you have in your house and how many places worth visiting you have in your area. I can honestly say that that was the least enjoyable holiday I've ever been on, and that includes the one in Eastbourne in which we stayed in a bungalow that faced a car park, backed onto a building site, was being steadily taken over by Japanese Knotweed and had a smelly loo. At least Eastbourne has stuff to do.

I've always been proud of my British mongrelity, and the fact that even though I'm English I have very little English blood in me... but now I say Nuts to Wales, England rules! And while we're at it, vive la France! (that's where we normally go for our holidays... it may not be an original idea, but it's a damn sight cheaper and has better... well, everything, really).