So much for my "must blog more" resolution!

It's a Sunday. August Bank Holiday weekend. Town is bustling with holiday makers in pac-a-macs. The sun keeps making a cheeky appearance, gets us excited with plans of lying on the decking, sitting on the sandy beach and bbq for supper... and then it all goes dark and wet, again.

Thoughs of an afternoon curled up with book, laptop and some soppy made-for-tv-based-on-real-story film has been ruined by motorsport... ah well.... I may go and curl up in the silence of the spare bedroom instead. and watch those rain clouds tease the sunshine. Watch the motorhomes and caravans pull up the long hill in the distance. Be thankful that I am not on holiday wondering around town (most of which is closed on a Sunday).

100 word challenge

Around the table the adults sat in silence, the children giggled noisily, until Grandmother put down her fork “of course in my day the children would be in the growlery”

Husband took a large loud sigh. “Please Gran, don’t make up words!” he said looking at his 6 year old impressionable twins.

“Oh yes you’d like to start a brabble right here at the table!” she pointed her knife at him.

“Mother!” admonished my father-in-law, nodding his head towards the children.

“What?” she asked innocently. “this generation has foozled the English language beyond recognition” with that she took another mouthful.