To finish on a brighter note: Felt better today, Lorna's forgiven me. And at breakfast Emily delivered the best line of the week:
Emily: I want some toast!
Christine: What's the magic word?
Emily: No poo-poo in the bathtub!
Emily: I want some toast!
Christine: What's the magic word?
Emily: No poo-poo in the bathtub!
'No poo-poo in the bathtub' was apparently the first, second and third rules of the house; though I gather all were broken on occasion. It's been a good holiday overall; just overshadowed by last year which was, frankly, a hard act to follow. The weather was the main bugger. After leaving the others me, mum and dad drove back up the valley aiming to walk around Brothers Water. And guess what: it started peeing down almost immediately. Walk curtailed, we left the Lakes and it dried up almost immediately. We ate lunch in County Durham sunshine, albeit also in a gale, overlooking the sparkling Tees and a ruined abbey. It's very bad organisation really, the part of England with the best countryside also being the wettest. It should rain most in Essex and Kent where there's no reason to go outside anyway. Add that to my extremely long list entitled 'If I Were God…'
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