We just decided we’re having a holiday.
Neither of us could make the decision, so after lots of complaing about how we never go any where, we just decided we would.
That’s it – we’re leaving tomorrow!
Ah, gotta love it when a plan falls into place.
And then the phone rang, and Godzilla has been invited to a freind’s house for a sleepover. And it’s the friend’s birthday.
And then Grumpy feels that the car should have its transmission checked, so he rings and books the car in for Monday.
And then we ring the hotel we want to stay at and the first night the can get us in is Wednesday night.
So, we’re going on holiday. But we’re not leaving till Wednesday now …