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Tuesday, 10 April 2012
Sorry, Marmite is a cream sir.
At the end of last month I had a weekend visit to Snowdon
for Mr Longs stag do. And very enjoyable
it was too. Although we are not far from
a few essentials, I did stock up on Cat’s favourite spread, only to be told by
a Manchester airport customs lady, that Marmite is a cream. I could have complained or indeed spooned 125
ml out into a bag but heh, I still had the teabags.
The in-flight mag for Easy Jet had city guides to a number
of European destinations; rather smugly I had been to Vienna, Budapest, Split
and Venice, all this year. Tee hee. Gotta
love blighty, 3 days of news on Pasties, and petrol!
Easter has been near the coast of a flat Holland. A few miles from The Hague, a compact city
with a great Escher museum, (him of infinite stairs and waterfalls) Hazel loved
the projected stairs that fell away when you walked on them. Didn’t see much International Justice, but it
was a weekend.
And so the European leg comes to an end, tomorrow we climb
on to the ferry for Hull, turn and bid farewell to a continent that is relatively
small geographically but manages to cram so much in. Nearly 7500 miles, 14 countries and 23 border
crossings in 4 and ½ months. Thank you.
But that’s not all; we have the Midlands yet, hang in there!
And the top 5 lists....
Thursday, 5 April 2012
Easter
Today we sit in a massive campsite in The Hague for Easter. Proper entertainers and all....
Happy Easter everyone
Chicken Invaders
Most of these blog things I generally ruminate over as the
European countryside swishes by, then put to paper, as it were, when we are
parked up and Hazel is asleep. I had a
belter for you today, perspectives on Europe as we head towards the Rotterdam
ferry and home. The problem is we have found some hidden games on the laptop
and I have just played Chicken Invaders and seemed to have forgotten all that
went before.
So I’ll just mention that these fair weather
caravaners/motorhomers who pop up when the thermometer zips past zero are
rather annoying. For 5 months we have
all the facilities in the campsites, that were open, all to our selves. Swings for the H, no showers to wait for and
free wifi. Now every Herman, Jann and
François in a mobile home has hit the road!
Any one any idea why Phil Collins is SOOO big in Germany? I
don’t mind a bit of the Colmeister, now and again, but he is on the radio more
than Adele!!
Today Hazel said Orange, Yellow and....her name. She takes a mental run up to her name and is
ever so proud if and when it comes out.
And finally “now that there is a drought can I use my water
butt to store petrol” (it tickled me)
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