I have been a bad Substacker and bad diarist, if I am honest. I hang my head. I changed the format and then…..well, I went to Norfolk and then almost immediately Ireland and I failed to update much at all. My journal has also suffered as I felt I couldn’t carry it in my luggage.
Anyway….I AM BACK!
I said I would do my Diary here once a week on a Monday. I will do that but have decided to do a bit of a bonus waffle today to catch us up to the end of last weekend. Well……
We had our first proper break of the year in Joe. We managed a whole four days in Norfolk, more specifically in Hunstanton. We towed Mrs FLE down too so the whole family was there, well except the newly acquired motorbike, which doesn’t have a name and is only ridden by ‘Im Indoors. Oh boy was it good to get to the beach! I really, really, no really needed the sea air, the steady rhythm of the beach and the wonderful birds that turn the whole of this corner of Norfolk into one great big reserve.
I don’t intend chatting about the site we stayed on or the technicalities of all the motorhome stuff (see A Class Adventures – when I write it – for this information) but I have tell you about this.
On the final morning of our stay, I hobbled to the toilet block. I can feel you already beginning to hide behind your hands, peeping through your fingers. I headed into my cubicle and soon heard another resident enter the block and do the same. However……soon after the bolt being shot, a vibrating noise began. Yes, I turned into that emoji that looks horrified. This was an upmarket site, what on earth was happening!
Wellllllll, the site was upmarket but clearly my mind wasn’t on that fine Monday morning. Before exiting my own cubicle, I washed my hands and realisation washed over me (yes, I know it is a cliché – what are you going to do about it?). I was using the sink INSIDE the toilet space and, therefore, my fellow user of the facilities could be doing the same. In fact, the strange vibrating noise, could be an electric toothbrush and not the item to which my mind had shot! Phew. I have since chastised my grey matter, you will be pleased to hear. But, in my defence, most toilet cubicles don’t have wash basins integral and if they do, most people don’t take a battery operated toothbrush to use in them…..do they?
OhKay…..I better get on. It is Saturday but I have a full day of business admin stuff to do. The bloomin Paint Company will not die quietly and it is dragging me back to finish the final, final (no really the liquidators tell me), final questionnaire. I will be back on Monday with the Diary for week starting St Patrick’s Day. What can go wrong?