Four frosty days hooked up, thankfully, in the Midlands hanging out with BB. There are times when we behave like children, spontaneously play silly games and dissolve into fits of giggles.
Me: Where are we going?
BB: Dunno, which exit shall I take off the roundabout?
BB (having complied): At the junction?
Me: Straight on.
BB: At the roundabout in about five miles?
Me: Second exit.
BB: If it’s the M6 toll as I think it is, you’ll have to chose another.
Me: I said second exit!
BB: That roundabout was the next roundabout, not the roundabout in five miles!
The second exit at the roundabout in five miles was the M6 toll. So we ended up taking the third exit to Lichfield; which was probably where BB intended to go all along, we just got there giggling and via a longer route!
Like me he’s into shop and market browsing and certainly neither of us is to be trusted in Fat Face. We enjoy the same films (mostly; I’ve never been a John Wayne fan), comedy (Swimming with Men and The Last Laugh watched this week) and music. You might think that’s entirely unexpected for siblings but BB left for Army Boys School when I was still in single figures (just) and I didn’t see much of him for the next dozen years – has to be the genes! The fact that we’re both currently having to diet I blame on the genes too!
The snow was very kind to us; I think Fazeley and a small surrounding area might have been in the only place in the UK that didn’t get a snow dump. Even Langport had sufficient that a snow day was declared by the local schools. The Smart One had huge fun with his mates snowball fighting and sledding, apparently returning home virtually hypothermic.
Tuesday was Coventry;
Wednesday was a brisk walk around Kingsury Water Park;
Thursday was a tiny bit frosty and included a trip to Lichfield;
I’m back now for the final week, which includes a meet up with The Bezzie and a double birthday party (J’s 40th and K’s 45th) before main engine start …
🙂 🙂 🙂