Hallelujah! No packed lunches, no school uniforms. A leisurely breakfast and then down to Worthing for a few days. The car is packed, courtesy of Steve who has made car-packing into an art form. I wish he’d take the same care over his sock drawer. What is it with cars? Martin treats his Saab bett...
Holiday-makers flood to the seafront and the beach armed with rubber rings and parasols. Mother and I, on the other hand, have something less frivolous to do. I was supposed to spend the afternoon at the newsagents but in the end it is decided I should be allowed to go wit...