A good place to start

Morning all,

Digger, your London builder and general good guy is here to entertain and inform.

It's raining, which has settled the dust but will mean London streets will suddenly become the battle field only umbrellas and bored children being dragged around by already fraught mothers can create.

If you listen carefully you can just hear the moaning majority stating emphatically that 'Summer has ended and it all the fault of' any of the following answers can be added-Global warming, Diesel cars/buses, the Mayor/Tories/Labour/The Unions, immigrants, gays, Muslims, Jews or any other innocent religion that is todays target of hate and of course, dependant upon the moanee's age, the young who have never had it so good (yes you can still hear that phrase being uttered) or the old who have ruined it for the young. 

But fear not, I am soon to be on holiday, away from the stresses of site life to the tranquillity of the lakes. Where according to both BBC and Accu weathers it is going to rain every bloody day and be cold at night. Great, just what I have worked all year for, a week of depressing drizzle with a wet dog, bored teenagers and a soggy walk to an inhospitable pub with warm 'lank' bitter, you know what I mean the stuff made by 'Traditional' means from 'Local spring water' which reminds you of the fish tank water when you remembered you have a fish only to discover you HAD a fish and it seeds to have been in the past tense for quite some time. although the 'Lank' pint will have a head and your not very recently departed fish will not have caused much of a froth.

We will go in search of indoor entertainment, the pictures, and watch at least 2 blockbusters which none of us would have intended to see but at least its warm and dry and the smell of popcorn is always an aroma that brings a smile to ones face. Salty enough to make your lips sore and the over priced, ice flooded, drink a  wise decision.

Back to the tiny cottage which looked so much bigger in the brochure, past other trapped families who fell into the trap of thinking it would be nice to holiday on home territory. Oh how they weep.

Last Summers sporting exploits made everyone remember how glorious the UK is and rightly so.

Beaches within easy reach, well if you live within reach of a beach they are. Landscapes renowned the world over even to the point of some mad group trying to protect a strip of land at Docklands that was the point where some painter as dead as your fish once painted a sunset or boat on the river or something, not the actual aspect, not the distant shore that is in the picture but the bit of land he stood on whilst her was doodling! Listen if that bit was worth saving he would have been on the other side of the bloody river painting in the opposite direction.

I digress, back to the wonders of Britain, some of the best culinary in the world, Chinese, Thai, Pizza available in even the smallest village throughout the land. Tea. The word stands alone, no-one in the civilised world drinks tea the way we do and in the quantities. Coffee is ok for hangovers when sweet tea is to be delayed in case it make a second appearance! and an Irish coffee is an ideal way to carry on drinking in a restaurant when your beloved has started to give you that 'you've had enough haven't you' look. but tea is the way to go, refreshing, warming and comforting.

Maybe I need to pack more tea bags for next week, I'll make room by leaving the sunscreen at home or maybe the kids.......