Fern

A quiet day after yesterdays excitement. As the (sometimes) lovely Mrs Nicktor buggered off to York for a girls weekend conference, we invited the boys friend Will and his Dad, Simon, over to watch a couple of inappropriate films, eat some curry and drink some beer.

This is the same Simon who has spent far too much of his life wondering how many soldiers it would take to invade the Isle of Wight. I think it's pretty clear that the British Government are unlikely to have a contingency plan in a filing cabinet for retaking them in this eventuality, so we would have some time before being caught. We once spent an 12 hour journey talking this plan through and I think it could work. We have an escape plan that is completely foolproof. We're going to build a very very very big satellite signal platform - and cunningly disguise it with a vodaphone logo. Then when they come to get us, we'll blow the arial and walk across it to France. What could go wrong?

I did ask Simon why we might want to invade the Isle of Wight. I couldn't help thinking that Jersey might have a bit more cash locked away - and the arial wouldn't need to be quite so big. Apparantly Simon just wants to be driven around in a khaki open top Rolls-Royce like a dictator.

Men are so superficial ;-)

A fantastic night - but lots of tidying up to do today so there's no evidence! ;-)