Here is a bit of holiday rubbish- that’s if you can bear such a thing with Brexit and so on. There’s no nonsense like holiday nonsense, is there? Ice cream cones, bobble hats and laughter up to the skies. Well, that is depending on whether you can see the sky it or not. That’s British weather for you. All sunshine one minute, rain the next.
I thought I would go on about Jersey, this time. I’ve just come back from the place. A place of sun, good food and no young ‘uns anywhere – apart from the local denizens, and they all work for the financial services industry. Jersey is dependent on it, so look out for another crash 2008 style. It will happen sometime or another, believe me. House are a bit pricey there and what the young generation are going to do, heaven knows. Its a bit like London where this is concerned, so tighten your braces and grit your teeth. The young generation are about to explode, why the politicians can’t see it, is a mystery to me. But then they fail to see anything that is staring them right in the face, don’t they!
My wife took control of the money and where we went. I’m all for equality of the sexes. I just do as I’m told. Like a lot of men of my age, I suppose. We went to all the places of interest, museums and the such like. The War stuff peaked my enthusiasm, but it put me off guns and violence for life, not that I have ever been into them in the first place. We strolled around the 11 miles with a pleasure that one had forgotten about. The holiday was filled with a certain peace and quiet. A transformation, if you like.
Every night we ate grub that was a delight, every night we went to bed exhausted. It was a holiday to remember and that’s a fact. If you are thinking of going anywhere this Summer, I recommend Jersey. It’s the place to be. Although it didn’t start off well I can tell you. The flight was cancelled and we were shipped off to Southhampton to catch a flight the following day. The Welsh coach was out of the ark and the driver didn’t know anything!
Cardiff Airport – typical! And Carwyn Jones (the then Labour First Minister of the Welsh Assembly) spent over the odds for it!