The sound you can hear is the tumble weeds whistling by….

Where has the time gone, can’t believe it’s been so long since I wrote anything! I’d like to pretend it’s due to my hectic social life and jam-packed calendar, but nothing could be further from the truth – sorry to disappoint those of you who thought being so young as I am that I would be out every night painting the town red etc, but I’m just an old fogey.

It’s been a long few days in the LannyLee house, I typically have been poorly again and N has been an absolute saint in putting up with my whinging & moaning and going to bed at 8.10pm (see told you I was an old fogey) and basically just ignoring me (trust me he’s not being mean, it’s the only way to deal with me when I’m feeling sorry for myself) and so nothing much has happened, but I feel guilty for not updating so you lucky people get a ‘non-entry’, better than nothing I suppose, although you’ll probably disagree me with me once you’ve finished reading this page of drivel.

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Due to the typical British July weather our last few weekends have seen our plans scuppered, although we’re going to Hunstanton even if it means taking a snorkel and flippers. I love the seaside, eating fish & chips out of the paper with your fingers with candy-floss for dessert and wandering down the pier trying not to get blown side-ways by the gale-force winds coming in from the North Sea, while shopping for novelty tea-towels and key rings for your nearest and dearest.

Then afterwards going to spend a small fortune in the arcades to try and win a cuddly toy or some other worthless piece of tat. Reminds me of holidays when I was a kid, my mum and dad must have spent a fortune trying to keep us happy, but come to think of it they used to give us a bagful of two pence pieces and we’d be happy for ages playing on the Grand National Derby game not winning a penny back, probably breaking several gambling laws as we were both under 10 at the time, but this was about 1989 and no one really bothered with stuff like that then.

God I miss being a kid, being happy with a quid’s worth of shrapnel and a luminous blue Slush Puppy drink that would be guaranteed to dye your tongue and teeth bright blue for at least the next four hours.

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We’ve had some action in our greenhouse, we have about half a dozen lovely green tomatoes, I’ll post pictures soon when our stupid camera decides to let me download the million pictures we have being held hostage stuck on our memory card.

More soon, hopefully a nice entry when we get back from the seaside with pictures.