Here we are, a late break in sunny Swindon (well it is sunny). J Boy is having fun in the creche in the Designer Village and the Starbucks playground.
I am enjoying the Gremmie cuisine before I start Bootcamp next week. Meantime, Ian is holding the fort at home.
Nothing much changed, just lots of decaying old buildings and building sites (green field – they obviously haven’t heard of urban regeneration here). Too bad we missed the Wurzles on their “Come Back” tour at the Bell last week (and it’s another month before the Cultural Season gets going with Cubby Brown and the Chuckle Brothers).
Must stop before I get black-balled from the “Swindon Rocks” group on Facebook. It could be worse….at least Jensen has mislaid the Val Dunican CD he flinched from the Oldies’ Daily Mail.