Way back in January before the shit hit the proverbial fan or in my case the brick wall, I booked one of these cheap 4 night caravan holidays. In fact I booked two, one in July on the isle of Wight and another in late September in Norfolk.
The July holiday was planned after the end of term for me and the kids, as we so enjoyed out IOW break in July 2008. That summer we rented an 1962 airstream trailer and whilst Larry unavailable to join us as he was sailing and doing his corporate entertaining, we explored in true Enid Blyton style around the island. I awoke on the last day a 50 year old, but not very wise it turns out. The writing was on the wall but l was in total denial.
So since l booked this holiday unfortunately the kids have decided to pass, they won't be joining me, they have plans with their friends and a break with Mum is so not cool.
So instead of admitting defeat and cancelling, my pals 'Louise and Elsie' have offered to join me. We three are all single and in need of a break and change of scenery.
So with a boot full of gin, wine, grand marnier, nibbles and much good humour I shall be driving down to Southampton early Monday morning to catch a ferry to IOW for five days.
I have no plans at this point to drive us over any cliff, but it is an option I shall keep in reserve!
Thelma: 'You said you 'n' me was gonna get out of town and for once just really let our hair down.
Well darlin', look out 'cause my hair is comin' down!' from Thelma and Louise 1991