Today I am feeling much better, thanks for asking. My tooth has more-or-less stopped hurting and I've had to to face the fact that tomorrow the good people from the Readymix Company are scheduled to pump six tons of concrety goodness (Wilson's expression, not mine) onto the back lawn.
I could see no alternative but to tell Wilson about the surprise trip to the midlands.
He was very excited, but rather than cancel the Readymix order has merely postponed delivery until we return. At least that will give me some time to think of something to distract him from his Easter Island Heads scheme...
In the meantime, we're both busy packing.
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