Coralea and Erik loved Legoland and had the good sense not to get Legoland driving licences which gives them an excuse to insist on a return, smart kids. They dodged the downpours to have a terrific time, these rains really are dramatic, a ten step scurry from car park to restaurant and you still end up looking like a drowned rat. Chris takes drowned rat status a step further by indulging in random leaps fully clothed into his back garden swimming pool, he's as nutty now as he was as a kid, I don't believe he's still starting camp fires in his bedroom these days but wouldn't put it past him.
The real entertainment came at the end of today when Chris attempted to check us into the hotel he'd booked earlier. Legoland is three hours from his home so he'd booked accommodation for us to crash in before our return the following morning. Trouble was, the hotel double booked and refused us. The steam coming out of Chris's ears blew the wig off the man standing next in line, Chris was apoplectic, his protest long and loud...but fruitless. He called the manager, emailed the manager's boss, kicked up the stink to end all stinks but to no avail, we had to clamber back into the motor and head home to Fort Lauderdale. He got a free night's accommodation by way of compensation but that didn't prevent his right foot taking his frustration out on the accelerator pedal, we were back home in the blink of an eye.
Since arriving here I've turned sleeping into an Olympic sport, setting new records in lengths of sleep not seen since tolerating goalless draws at Villa Park under McLeish's reign. Still, I'm on ollerdee to relax not run a marathon and I'm starting a new job when I get back so need a healthy dose of R&R in preparation. Tomorrow I'll find a church service to attend then watch Mr Federer win Wimbledon yet again although I feel duty bound to point out that he's never beaten me in a game of tennis so by default I'm effectively as good as him.
The real entertainment came at the end of today when Chris attempted to check us into the hotel he'd booked earlier. Legoland is three hours from his home so he'd booked accommodation for us to crash in before our return the following morning. Trouble was, the hotel double booked and refused us. The steam coming out of Chris's ears blew the wig off the man standing next in line, Chris was apoplectic, his protest long and loud...but fruitless. He called the manager, emailed the manager's boss, kicked up the stink to end all stinks but to no avail, we had to clamber back into the motor and head home to Fort Lauderdale. He got a free night's accommodation by way of compensation but that didn't prevent his right foot taking his frustration out on the accelerator pedal, we were back home in the blink of an eye.
Since arriving here I've turned sleeping into an Olympic sport, setting new records in lengths of sleep not seen since tolerating goalless draws at Villa Park under McLeish's reign. Still, I'm on ollerdee to relax not run a marathon and I'm starting a new job when I get back so need a healthy dose of R&R in preparation. Tomorrow I'll find a church service to attend then watch Mr Federer win Wimbledon yet again although I feel duty bound to point out that he's never beaten me in a game of tennis so by default I'm effectively as good as him.
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