BRAVE NEW WORLD

L & I had another foray into the social experiment that is Centre Parcs this bank holiday weekend and had a rather jolly time - even though we were surrounded by riff-raff and their rug rats.

(On an unrelated note, a work colleague said to me today - "You can't put other people in your room 101, Annie!")

We've survived previous attempts as it's a convenient 30 minute drive away, and thought we'd have a crack at an "Executive Villa" this time. Bless the poor soul who ever defined grass green carpeting and maroon sofas with matching curtains, orange checked duvets, and complimentary bar of bath soap (aka "Toiletries") and complimentary kitchen sponge as "executive".

The Lake View, Hydro Bath and BBQ were welcome additions, mind.

Highlights included: ten-pin bowling, swimming, cycling, archery, tennis, squash, eating, sleeping, breathing, bbq-ing, drinking, tsking-a-la-supernanny while unasseptable-parent-child-relationship-watching and paintballing.

Mooi, Tannie.