Holiday.

[Roger Kettle]

My wife and I are off for a week's break tomorrow. Our plane leaves at 6.45 a.m., which sounds reasonable until you remember you have to be at the airport two hours before it departs. Add on another hour and a quarter to GET to the airport and you realise you'll be getting up at 2.30 in the morning. I hope to be asleep before the plane's wheels are up.
I'm looking forward to the break as it's been a difficult few months with far too many funerals to attend and a bout of Covid thrown in. That first cold beer in the evening sunshine will taste very nice indeed!
Be good.

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

Sounds like a much needed and well-timed break for you and Lady K, Roger. Enjoy that beer, and the rest...

[Diane CBPFC]

have fun in the sun, and a nap by the pool :-)

[Mince]

Where are you off to?

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

Nowhere. I'm still here.

[Mince]

So you admit that Scotland is nowhere.

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

Absolutely! I'm a very proud native.


https://youtu.be/8scSwaKbE64 

[Roger Kettle]

Where are you off to?

Portugal. Home now after a very pleasant week of swimming in the sunshine. I now have the tanned, toned body of a Greek god.
Ahem.

[Diane CBPFC]

Don't the Portuguese have their own gods? 

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

Eusebio. That's it, I think. Maybe Ronaldo.

And Roger...

[Mince]

I now have the tanned, toned body of a Greek god.

You kidnapped someone from Portugal?

Out of interest, did you holiday in Albufeira?

[Roger Kettle]

In nearby Sao Rafael. It's been a regular haunt over the years and much quieter than its noisy neighbour!

[Diane CBPFC]

I just looked it up, quite close to Gibraltar - have you ever been tempted to pop down there and see the apes?

[Roger Kettle]

I haven't, Diane. Going to Gibraltar would require a bit of effort on my part---not something I'm renowned for.