The measure you give is the measure you receive.

The Bank Holiday Weekend

Spent far too much.

Sunday: the Great Orme at Llandudno. Walked to summit and back, while Mrs took the tram, and then hunted crabs in rock pools north of the pier. A fantastic day.

Little girl got sunstroke –we think – and sicked in the car. Bought an air freshener, and proceeded with the joint smell of vomit and perfume, which is worse than pure vomit. But it was still a fantastic day.

Travelodge at Cheshire Oaks.

Monday – walked round Cheshire Oaks designer outlet village, and remembered that Cheshire has more millionaires per square mile than any other part of the UK. And we weren’t one of them. Moved on. Saw a massive queue on the motorway of people heading to Cheshire Oaks – felt sorry for them knowing that the car park was already full.

Went again to the World Heritage Pontcysyllte Aqueduct. Still stunning. Still not a place for those with vertigo.

Chili con carne with chips from a fantastic chippy in Llangollen.

The weather was terrible but it seemed to stop raining every time we got out of the car and then start again just as we were about to move off. There IS a God!

Domestic 'exchange of views'.  She says I'll pay for the petrol, and offers £XX.  She doesn't believe that the cost of the petrol was actually 50% more than £XX.  I ended up telling her to use the money she offered to buy herself an item from Cheshire Oaks (because I actually love her, underneath).  If she had offered more, she would have got more.  And I'm sure there is a spiritual message in that somewhere.