Did you miss me? I was in deepest darkest Kerry going cold turkey from the internet. I would have updated yesterday but I was still recovering from the trauma of the previous day’s drive from Kerry to Dublin. We set off at 10.00 and until 14.30 all was well. From 14.30 until we reached our destination at 18.00 the following noises emanated from the back seat:
Michael – Waah, waah, waah, I hate this, let me out I hate you all, waah, waah.
Princess – I feel sick, open the window. Close the window. Open the window again, I feel sick. I want to do a wee. I am not pulling Michael’s hair.
Daniel – Gosh, I have this really loud voice, I’ve just discovered that BWAH, BHAH, BWING.
Michael – WAAH, WAAH, I hate you all, she’s pulling my hair.
Daniel – I have no hair but I have a really loud voice, let’s try that again, BAH, BWAH.
Princess – Are we there yet? I feel sick, open the window. Close the window, it’s too cold.
Repeat. No fading. Updates on actual holiday to follow. Edge of the seat stuff, I know.
The point is that you went on holiday without telling us who the winner is…I can’t stand it anymore…
yes me too…
It’s just a device to make you read. Spouse is the judge and he’s avoiding his responsibilities. Back to Bxls this pm. Perhaps from our Belgian fastness a winner will be announced.
hysterical.
Think of car travel with children as an almost-natural form of contraception, though not 100% effective: wouldn’t this one make you sick?
Lunch?
Oh god – sounds like living hell ….