So this morning I got up at 8ish and went to see Bud and Jof who feigned being asleep. This didn't last for long and I sang her awake. Jof is currently in Wiltshire on the PuddleMummy holiday so she was not supposed to be here.
Some details have been omitted by my editing team and that's the way it'll have to stay. After an eggy breakfast we piled into the car to take her back to where she should have been. Bud had organised a Pops to keep me company (and to reduce her poor father's duties in his fragile state) and we drove the 1 hour 40 minutes to Centre Parcs to return Jof to her rightful place ie the spa and bar. On the way we played I Spy which is difficult for those of us with a limited vocabulary and spelling skills but we had a good go anyway. I won with "S" for "Solar panel" which nobody got. Jof promised us a trip to Longleat but Bud the Meany reneged on this deal citing excessive cost, said we could go to Paultons Park instead which we both know and love. Having dropped Jof off we travelled the winding roads back to Paultons (possibly at illegal speeds) and approached the ticket booth at about 130 pm.
Gott in Himmel. Well that's not entirely true, I'm right here.
So because Bud failed to deliver the promised theme park visit, he has written Pops a golden ticket to be used sometime in the summer holiday. This time we'll get there before the gates open, get 7 ½ hours inside and go on every ride. It's still going to cost £60.
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