An Offer Just Too Good To Refuse.

Where’ve we gone? ……. An empty sofa…….

…… and a blank TV screen ……. on one of the most wonderful nights of our year………

Well, we were all set to spend the first Eurovision in several years together at home, at The Towers. The Maltesers were on ice, a Meat Feast and a BBQ Chicken pizza were primed for the interval and Darrell had promised a mean Moscow Mule or two throughout the proceedings ……… and then  …………….

……. we got a call from Hugh saying that he had had a flounce like no other diva had flounced before, (Mariah Carey has nothing on Hugh when he’s in a strop), with all the sequins well and truly thrown out of the pot ……..

…….. but, in doing so, had succeeded in managing to get a few precious hours away from all things of a Royal type nature …….. and therefore ….. would we care to join him a la Chicken Coup, his Worcester bolt hole. After so many years when either Darrell or all of us had been with him for Eurovision, it just wouldn’t be the same without us, even though it would only be a fleeting visit

Let’s just say there was no debate whatsoever …….. as you read this, Darrell’s cocktail recipes are on hold, his swizzle stick redundant, the pizzas put back in the fridge and the Maltesers safely packed  in our overnight bag  as we sashay away to Worcester, leaving a trail of Hugh type glitter in our wake.  It’s “all aboard!” for Eurovision.

Oh ……….  and our top three songs of choice to win are:- Sweden, Denmark and Norway in no particular order.