The Frumplingtons

We had just finished our evening meal and were having a cuppa. Shana was busy selling the family silver on eBay. (No wonder I can’t find the bloomin’ sugar tongs!) And I was watching the BBC’s Holiday programme while I finished my drink. For some reason, despite the fact that I actually quite like his presenting style, Holiday presenter Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen (or, as I think of him, ‘Lozza’) seems to bring out my mischievous side. It’s that white suit he wears while filming in all those exotic locations; if I were a wealthy man, I would happily pay a sizable sum of money just for the pleasure of seeing him attempt to eat a fried egg sandwich (and a big one too) without splattering himself liberally with yolk.

Personally, I’d never be able to keep a jacket like Laurence’s clean for five minutes. Even a black t-shirt can end up looking more like the results of an octopus’s finger-painting class after I’ve worn it for a couple of meals.

LLB is apparently all set to design part of next year’s Blackpool illuminations. Now that has got to be worth seeing. I’ve never seen the illuminations (honestly, I must be the only person in the country who hasn’t). Maybe next year we’ll get there. All I’ve got to do is find something clean to wear.

Chris