Evidence that Fran is NOT married to George Clooney and therefore still goes to Tenby for holidays

So, the Spring term is over, and I couldn't be more pleased than if George Clooney knocked on my door right now and said, 'Okay, that's it, I have to admit it, you're what I've been waiting for all my life.'



'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

Comments

  1. Steve30/3/12 13:59

    Enjoy your time in glorious Tenby!

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    1. Fran Hill3/4/12 04:54

      Am doing. Thanks, Steve. And, so far, the weather has been holding on, although 'glorious' would be pushing it.

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  2. SmitoniusAndSonata30/3/12 23:32

    Given Tenby's health giving sea breezes , internet access and excellent fish and chips , it would be a foolish woman who would choose to battle her way through airports just to get to George's little hangout in Laglio .
    Bon Voyage !

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    1. Fran Hill3/4/12 04:55

      Or maybe I'll just make Laglio my summer break ....

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  3. ted and bunny31/3/12 01:30

    all I can say is the sea must be getting really polluted...you open a tin of sardines, and they're covered in oil... (boom boom!)

    have great hols
    x

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    1. Fran Hill3/4/12 04:56

      Actually, several times in my life, opening those awkward cans of sardines, espsecially the ones that used to have the little key, I've found MYSELF covered in oil. Do they still do the little key tins? Or maybe the European Court of Human Rights has put paid to them?

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    2. Fran Hill3/4/12 04:57

      Ooh, a typo! Well, I told you I was on holiday!

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  4. Suzanne Ross Jones31/3/12 03:42

    Have a great time. X

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  5. Anna May31/3/12 18:07

    The only evidence you need to prove that YOU are not married to Georgeous Clooney is the very bloke calling me from upstairs to get off the laptop and join him in bed........
    Enjoy Tenby if you can without my Georgeous.

    Anna May x

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    1. Fran Hill3/4/12 04:59

      Anna May, if you are on your laptop while George is upstairs in your bed, you are in need of serious help.

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  6. pembrokeshire lass3/4/12 13:50

    Glad that you are staying here in Pembs. Should have been here last week. It was glorious. Sorry about weather this week. I've only just started blogging and only discovered you tonight so didn't order the weather! I ordered it last week for my mother's stay....and...perfect! Anyway...enjoy. Joan

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    1. Fran Hill7/4/12 10:44

      I will let you know next time we're coming if you can order the weather on and off like that! We had a good time anyway, thanks, and it was especially entertaining watching the gale force winds battering the sea. Thanks for following. I'll come and have a look at your blog.

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  7. BadPenny4/4/12 04:19

    Maybe George holidays in Tenby too...well you never know !

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    1. Fran Hill7/4/12 10:44

      I looked really carefully ... but, nope.

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  8. Crayon4/4/12 07:40

    Give Wales a little wave for me, will you? All my ancestors were from Wales. A family tree filled with names of people and places next to impossible to pronounce! Hwylfawr! (Or something like that. The Typo Language!)

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    1. Fran Hill7/4/12 10:46

      Love the idea of the typo language! It really does look like that. I like all the bilingual signs saying things like 'Car Park' and then, underneath, 'whicbytjeghemgbosmbgsgwrkdbgbalgogogoch'. No WAY do they mean the same thing!

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