We're all going on a summer holiday
No more working for a week or two
Fun and laughter on our summer holiday
No more worries for me or you
For a week or two
We're going where the sun shines brightly
We're going where the sea is blue
We've seen it in the movies
Now let's see if it's true
Everybody has a summer holiday
Doing things they always wanted to
So we're going on a summer holiday
To make our dreams come true
For me and you
Well, that time came around and I drove off for my week’s break. I ate, relaxed, ate, went to theatre, ate, walked a lot around country gardens, ate, walked a lot around castles and country houses, ate, and had a great time.
I will not tell you what I weighed in at when I got back because I want a week back on the regime before I own up to things. It was not as bad as I make out since I was quite good, but you do not resist as much when you are on holiday.
So I will point out an anecdote instead of point out my own personal misdemeanour.
When I was a little younger I was out with a group of friends, one of the young ladies was a little bit worse for wear, due primarily to alcoholic intake. Being the gentleman I was I did ensure she arrived safely back to her place on the evening, however during the evening we were asked to name the singer of a particular song at the quiz we were at. My friend being as excitable as she was after a few drinks quite loudly announced she knew this one and said in a rather loud voice, “It’s Stiff Pilchard and the Shadows.” Ever since that evening I can never think of poor Cliff as anything other than Stiff Pilchard, rather than Sir Cliff Richard. She still thinks it is funny.
Anyway please do keep on track.