E is also for Easter

I don't subscribe to any religion, so for me Easter means the end of winter… but you wouldn't have thought so looking outside our front door yesterday.

In the Robinson household, it's also traditionally the time when we have our first weekend break, and this year is no exception. Having braved the perils of a sweltering Tenerife back in January, Her Indoors and yours truly are on the road again tomorrow morning, making for sunny Weston-Super-Mare down in Zummerzet.

We've been before and soon after the last time we were there, the pier burned down. I swear I put that cigarette out.

This time, we're going by coach, which saves me hours of cursing and screaming at other drivers. I can leave it all to our chauffeur while I take a nap or immerse myself in the complexities of Libby Serjeant's escapades.

I'll have the trusty camera with me and I expect to return on Sunday armed with pischers of Weston and Bath (where we're going on Saturday) and enough horror stories of holidaying with the Robinsons to keep me going for another three months.

In the meantime, scheduling on my blog appears to work as and when it feels like it, so although I shall be here to post the F's early tomorrow morning, G may not appear until I get back on Sunday.

So while I'm gone, be good. If you can't be good, be careful. If you can't be careful, put a coat of creosote on the back fence: it'll help keep your tiny mind occupied.