It’s been such a lazy holiday, we’ve only ever seen Emma and Camille at breakfast and dinner and apart from Barcelona
How am I going to write a journal when there’s nothing to write about? It’ll just have to be, “Got up, had breakfast, had dinner, went to bed.” Can’t see that it can be anything else.
Hang on though, “It was a dark and stormy night and the wind was howling through the trees as four terrified people tried to get some elusive sleep before leaving in the morning to catch their flight to Gerona……..”
As Max Miller used to say when composing his songs, “I’ve got the beginning and I’ve got the end, all I’m after is that middle bit lady, that middle bit. It’ll come to me, oh yes, it might be in the middle of the night and when it does I’ll be out of bed like a shot…………”
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