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We are having a weekend by the seaside, so after school we whisked the kids off to Norfolk. Well, not so much whisked. The two and a half hour drive (how can it take that long to get somewhere that looks so close) actually took nearly four hours. We were in a traffic jam before we even started as a lorry was blocking the narrow street by the school. Then someone needed to stop for a wee before we'd even gone a mile. The sat nav then predicted a ninety minute hold up (that actually cleared before we got to it) and then Ernie was sick. On top of this I was still tired and under the weather from this bloody bug.
It was everything a holiday should be.
We're in an Air B n B and when we arrived the code to the front door worked fine, but I couldn't open the key box to our flat. I put in the right code and everything, but nothing was happening. I tried three or four times and pressed everything on the box. Catie suggested that she should give it a go. I said that she could have a go, but I was perfectly capable of putting in a combination and there was nothing that she could do differently. She put in the combination and the box sprung open.
I hate my life.
There was a parking space but it was a shared one and the other people who had parked there had not put their cars where the photo we'd been sent said they should put them, so we had to block someone in. I figured we'd probably be OK. They probably weren't driving anywhere on a Friday night.
We got in, settled the kids down, after about an hour of trying and then went to bed ourselves. I was knackered and quickly fell asleep. I was woken at 10pm (yes, I know. I was in bed by 9pm on a Friday) by a knock at the door. Our neighbour (who had parked in the wrong place) told us that she left for work at 6am and so we'd need to move our car. We'd likely have been up at 6am and I'd have preferred to do it then, but I got dressed and moved the car. Knowing that this would almost certainly fuck up my chances to get back to sleep quick. But what is a holiday if the parents aren't all knackered and ill and bickering and wishing they were dead?
Why can't we just stay at home all the time? If only something could happen which meant no one was allowed to go out.
There's been a lot of me and Robin Ince on Friday RHLSTPs recently, but this is the last one for a while. Today there's a book club about The Importance of Being Interested, which I highly recommend that you buy. Robin believes that if the Universe is infinite, there's a universe exactly like ours somewhere, except that during this interview I began to speak Spanish, even though I can't speak Spanish. I just gave it a punt and then by chance managed to speak perfect Spanish for the rest of my life. He's a fucking idiot.
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