In the summer of '76,I was coining it in as a Bricklayer.
I didn't want to have a holiday.
Her indoors got on my case,and I ended up consenting to a week in Rhyl.
We went on the camp next to the Golden sands camp?
We had a chalet(haha)
When the wife stepped into the Chalet,she burst into tears,the bedrooms were seperated by a curtain,and two people couldn't pass each other in the kitchen.
I said'it's a good job we didn't bring the cat' She said 'what's the cat got to do with it.well,I said,there would be no room to swing it round in.
We got a caravan on a site lower down.
The weather broke and it pelted down with rain,and the caravan leaked.
I had an Austin Cambridge,so we went for a trip over the Gt Orme,the brakes went going down the other side of the Orme.I put the car in 2nd gear and trundled down to the bottom.It was a broken brake pipe.I got a new brake pipe,and spent the next day under the car (in the rain)fitting it.
happy days,or what?