An hour lost!

I forgot to say, we completely forgot about the clocks going back at the weekend.

We got up in our hotel, went down to breakfast... managed to check out of the hotel after a game of scrabble in the lounge... dumped the hire car.... got to the airport check-in and NO ONE bothered to tell us. Apart from the teenager at the check in who just said "oh, you're really early". Then it hit us that we both could have stayed in bed another hour in a Sunday. Gutted.

Even more gutted to realise we had had to cut our scrabble game short to get up to the airport on time. Luckily we got the keys back for the hire car so we killed an hour in a pub in the town centre. And I nearly ran over a chicken but that's a whole other story. We ended up chatting to a rather weathered old couple from Alderney in the pub who remembered coming back to the island after the Second World War. Harsh times.

Nick is off work and he has made the house all smelly and mustysome. I got home at lunchtime and all the curtains were drawn, he was still in his dressing gown and there was a pile of VHS tapes all over the lounge floor. Men. They are so rubbish.