Originally Posted by hulakula:
“yes that's what I thought too.”
Eeek, if so. Jean has nobly volunteered to put in my votes as my cruel, cruel family have paid for me to go to Montpelier and lie in the sun for five days.
There is a bit of a pattern here, re. awful timing of holidays. I had to watch the BB11 final by desperately craning my neck to try and see the staff tv behind the bar in a remote Lake District pub. And before that, when I was still actually emotionally engaged in BB11 I had to go to Swaziland to follow up some aid work, and managed to find a terrible, terrible internet link in a tiny roadside cafe, spent a feverish 45 minutes trying to get on line to see if Shabby (whom I adored) had survived, only to find that she had walked out, and I sat down in the cafe and cried, to the great wonderment of the other people.