Back at work after a week in Le Pool Noir. I spent the first five days painting walls and knotty pine. Lots of knotty pine. I wore down two brushes and got blisters on the palm of my right hand (NOT from that you minxes!). I gave Edward the dog a haircut and he went swimming everyday in the Irish Sea. Darren arrived for the last two days of the week so we rode rollercoasters, ghost trains and ferris wheels. We scoffed chips, pizza’s and crisp sandwiches and got drunk at the Las-Vegas-lite show Mystique. It was Scottish fortnight and you know what? Blackpool, ye cannae whack it!