September. The TG's go to France for a week. Some campsite. Sun holiday. £30 each plus travelling.
I'm really looking forward to it. We have agreed a day in Paris, Up the Eiffel tower, Notre Dame etc. Brilliant.
An early fly in the ointment was that the wimmin wanted to got to Euro Disney for the day but me and my son in law said knock yourselves out 'cos we aint going.
However, he seems to have been 'got at' and is now all fired up about looking directly into the blank satanic stare of some poor bastard in a Mickey Mouse outfit.
Now, let me make myself clear. I have 2 ideas of a living hell:
Idea 1: Being savagely beaten then slowly flayed with blunt knives, then my twitching, screaming body being rubbed thoroughly with rock salt and dragged through a field of broken glass by four plough horses then, before death descends my limbs beings tied to those same horses whist they are whipped into a gallop thereby ripping me asunder and into a grateful darkness.
Idea 2: being made to spend a day at Euro Disney and having to pay about £50 for the honour.
I just want to put my feet up in the French countryside, MP3 player maybe, good book and gallon of rough plonk definitely
Is that so much to ask?.
