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Just 12 days to go until Center Parcs 2012 and the excitement is becoming unbearable . . .
For the last month or so, The B has, during his art time, drawn nothing but the swimming pool he is relishing becoming reacquainted with on June 11 (see the above image, the squiggly lines representing the various slides and flumes he remembers from last summer).
Our scheduled sorted (Mini Jetskis made the cut, Junior Crossbows didn't), The B likes to be reminded - hourly, you understand - of all the treats that await him and The G next month.
Twelve days until departure means it is 10 days until Rollo's Brother arrives, for it is unthinkable that The B could go on holiday without his favourite non-resident canine at his side.
He's coming two days before we're due to leave to ensure that he doesn't, to quote The B, 'miss the car'.
There's little danger of that happening. I suspect that were we to leave RB behind, it'd be more than my life's worth . . . .
Our scheduled sorted (Mini Jetskis made the cut, Junior Crossbows didn't), The B likes to be reminded - hourly, you understand - of all the treats that await him and The G next month.
Twelve days until departure means it is 10 days until Rollo's Brother arrives, for it is unthinkable that The B could go on holiday without his favourite non-resident canine at his side.
He's coming two days before we're due to leave to ensure that he doesn't, to quote The B, 'miss the car'.
There's little danger of that happening. I suspect that were we to leave RB behind, it'd be more than my life's worth . . . .
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