Beyond The Sea

Good Evening,

Its very difficult being in a secret society.....

I hadn't realised how difficult it was until i was inducted into one this afternoon. We are on our annual pilgrimage to Northumbria with the residue of three families, and as there was so many of us gathered around a table in a Little Chef near Scotch Corner one of us designated each person a number which would be our 'persona' for the week...

I'm number 4 apparently, but i am so bad at remembering it the children have drawn us all little pictures to go along with the numbers..

now i am number 4 (aka ice pop!) but i fear its not helping a lot, when number 4 was trying to tell off number six for some reason i've now forgotten, number 4 forgot that number six wasn't actually number six and should have been telling off number two..

number six (current Mrs Richardson) took offence to being told off by number two (me), (no, no.4..sorry) and directed her ire at myself and number three ..number 3 (my dad) woke up and didn't know what he'd done wrong, so we all shouted at number seven...sadly number 7, being the budgie didn't really get it either..

number 1 and number 2 retreated to the safety of their base, whilst throwing the blame squarely on number 5 who sided with number 3 against number 4.....

and i've got another week of this, wonder if i've got a cyanide pill in my teeth, or is it a filling..

so a quick blip of the balcony view from our digs this evening, and will attempt to catch up on all my missed blips this week!!!!

bye...


bobby Darin