Off To Hugh’s Country Pile ………….. For Eurovision!

POND WATCH – still no sighting of any fish!!!!

You have found us packing …….. because …… drum roll please …..……….. we are Worcester bound.

Sensing our humungous disappointment at not being able to get tickets for real for this years Eurovision Song Contest in Vienna, despite having got up at the crack of dawn on several occasions, Hugh decided that the next best thing to do would be to invite us down to his country pile, amidst the romantic rolling hills of Worcestershire (or as Hugh calls it, his back garden!)  

How wonderful is that? So, for the first time in our friendship we will all be together to watch our televisual highlight of the year, and enjoy a few days in said romantic rolling hills to embrace the pursuing of pursuits of a country type nature.

Hugh’s gracious invitation is indeed the greatest of honours, as none of us have ever been privileged enough to be guests chez “Chateau De Chic-Kin Coup”, not even Darrell, because Hugh guards his privacy, when not in London with a robust ferocity (a bit like when Cliff Richard goes to Barbados). AND, to make the aforementioned invitation even more specialer ….. as if that wasn’t special enough, Hugh is celebrating his birthday while we are there ….. and just for us, he has cancelled his usual A Lister only, Elton John type celebrations for “zee quiet meal down zee local pub” with scratchings, if they have them!!!!

It’s going to be like being in The Archers ……… but if Darrell says “Tally-ho, old boy” once more, I don’t think I can be held responsible for my actions!!!!