Monday 13th May

Not unexpectedly but still rather disappointingly there has been no reply from Olympic holidays, following on from Fridays failed attempts to get a response from them. We have now spent around an hour on the phone failing to get to speak to anyone, but listening to a lovely message encouraging us to book more holidays and add-on’s with them. I expect a holiday with them might be lovely, but trying to get in contact with them is a nightmare. I sent a further email today and got a reply saying we’d be contacted within 48 hours. Well the clock is running, and given it is now over 48 hours and the previous email has not been responded to I am not holding my breath. I may just resort to posting a letter, as modern technology seems beyond them.

We are still walking on eggshells in the Perry household as the eldest starts her AS level exams tomorrow and calm must prevail. To be fair she has worked very hard and Mrs P and I just hope she gets the results her efforts deserve. The youngest also has his nose to the grindstone, it being that time of year. Which brings a an unnatural quiet to the house, noise being more the normal order of the day.

In an effort to get to grips with the garden, I cut the grass and swept up outside this afternoon. This is the hors d’oeuvre to the weeding at the weekend. Well you wouldn’t want me to rush into that would you?

Once Mrs P had tested the smoke alarms by cooking sausages, a weekly occurrence here, and we’d tidied up I left the teenagers to their work and went out in the wind to play football. I honestly believe I’m getting worse. It’s not that I expect to improve, but I seem to be going backwards at an alarming rate. On my return I sat out the back and Mrs P cut my hair, well she took the razor to it at any rate. I don’t remember the last time it was warm when I had my hair cut, but I’m sure it’s just around the corner.

Yours not turning professional any time soon.

Jay