|'I know,' said George, scratching his head. 'I'm as puzzled as any of you|
about why I didn't realise Fran was my ideal woman before!'
We're going on holiday tomorrow, revisiting a place we went to two years called Tenby in Pembrokeshire, Wales. Our last visit spawned a series of Tenby posts which readers who were following me then may remember (and if you're still here, THAT is called stamina). As I recall, one post involved sardines and rows of dead rats. Oh yes, the usual quality you have grown to expect was evident back then, too.
Here is the post I wrote just before we went two years ago. I could write you another one but, to be honest, though I'm ashamed to admit it, every single detail in here is going to be true of this holiday just as it was of that one ....
Evidence that Fran hasn't really moved on in any way whatsoever