Rainy Days and Mondays

This morning Darrell woke up in a rainy days and Mondays sort of mood.

The sky has been grey for days, it's flipping raining again and the river is so churned up it looks like something out of Willy Wonka's chocolate factory, it's not good.

But then, Darrell pulled himself together, donned his beloved Grecian towel so full of wonderful memories and decided to turn his unseemly, melancholic gloom into something of a very definite and positive type nature .........

 ....... logging into our computer, his mind in full gear, determined to find us our next Greek Oddity.

Trust me, the words tenacious and dogged can't describe the scene more accurately, with our rigid list of holiday must haves for reference by his side, to wit, must fly from Birmingham, must be within our stringent budget, a hotel that must be no more than 100 yards from a gently sloping sandy beach, within a short walk to the shops and restaurants, a taxi ride away from a point of interest or two and finally a Greek church!

I can't quite get my head round it yet, but by 12.30 Darrell had only gone and done it, Monday morning fog or not, we're all booked for a glorious week on the romantic island of Kos in September. It seems ages away at the moment, but I still had to tell Nigel it was too early to even start to think about packing or fretting over where his goggles are!

Darrell, bless him, dun gud, he dun very gud indeed, time tonight for a celebratory shot of Ouzo (bought back from last year's jaunt) and perhaps even cracking open an extra large Toblerone to evoke that airport duty free feeling of gay holiday abandon ..........  

Thank you Darrell, to quote yet another song "It might be winter outside, but in my heart it's spring" ........ if not quite summer, happy, happy days!