So, picture this. Heidi and I were having lunch today and having a good old discussion about what’s better in Holland than in the UK……..we had gone through clogs, windmills and marijuana when Heidi said……….”Well, what’s really British then? What are the English good at?” Now I’ve been ready for some time for her to say: “I have discovered you are as ugly as a dung beatle’s bottom and I want a divorce?” I’ve been preparing for that one. But: “What are the English good at?”. ………that one took me by surprise.

“Well,” I stammered. “We, er . . . we’re good at . . .” For some extraordinary reason Benny Hill’s name came into my head. “Chasing women dressed as nurses.”

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So, it was with much sadness that I said goodbye to Mrs.S.Nob this morning and she obviously felt the same way as she told me one last time how disappointed she was with me and how the guests onboard had been “beneath” her. There was nothing left for me to say so I just wished her a safe journey home and hoped that she never reads my blog and discovers I have a donkey named after her………..On this note I received a comment from a blogger called Kevin……here it is. (more…)