As you know, when we are on holiday Darrell always likes to try and find at least one holey stone on the beach, to take home as a memento ……….
He says that it’s a sign that “someone” is watching over us and that our being there is “meant to be”
But this year, it seems that finding any holey stone is proving to be an almost impossible quest and Darrell is starting to fret, because, over the last six years or so, on every holiday, he has never failed to go home without one, no matter how tiny!!!
And now he has Nigel at it! Yesterday, Nigel was gone for almost three hours in the baking sun, but still returned empty handed, well, except for a rapidly melting Cornetto of a Greek type nature!
In desperation Darrell has however noticed that the flower beds around our hotel are lined with holey bits of concrete …….. and has taken to wondering, if push came to shove, if they would count as a holey stone!
I have told him to have faith, and that he still has plenty of time to find one …… and stressing that there is no way that I am risking being charged for excess baggage if we take an aforementioned block of concrete home, no matter how Greek or holey! So Darrell (and Nigel’s) search, to find a new holey stone (in the manner of Sir Lord Alan Sugar) continues ………