Fountain of youth....

Nahhh not really,its the fountain in the Italian gardens at Blenhiem Palace...
Teachers should strike more often,go on.. you all have my blessing.. the place was empty and as a yearly pass holder I like this,as I can treat it like my own place ;) infact when it is busy I get tetchy !!!
The girls were a credit to Claire and I .... they did the quiz in the palace and even showed some noisy adults up by managing to listen and then ask decent questions.... stupid people shoud NOT be allowed in places of historical interest as they spoil it for others.. they should be flogged.... hah.
Coffee was good and of reasonable price... note I do not mention cake.. no,my holiday is a mere 4 weeks away and I need to get into my bikini so cake is now rationed....

On the way home the talk turned to piggy meat inbetween toes.. socks were removed and flung about and giggles plus heaving noises could be heard from the back (we were in my 7 seater) as Lucy shoved her 'cheese' up Immys nose...I am so proud .....

Then we stopped for fish and chips as it was late.. we intended to be home by four... we got in at seven... what a bloody cock on day.....