Now I ought to be excited that I\u2019m on holiday and of course I am, or at least I almost am. It\u2019s just that I can\u2019t help feeling we are here under false pretences. For a start I don\u2019t like water and we seem to be surrounded by it on the Norfolk Broads. As if that isn\u2019t bad enough we are here because we were supposed to have two dogs by the summer. The theory was that the other one was going to be a puppy and therefore couldn\u2019t have got its passport in time to travel abroad for a holiday. It was also too late to book two of us into kennels for the summer and whilst I could have gone to my grandparents, it would have been too much to have two of us. The long and the short of it is that my Mistress convinced everyone that we needed to have a holiday in England and here we are. We hired a boat for 8 people and 2 dogs, so that the older children could each bring a friend. As plans go this one is not one of the best. Firstly the eldest child decided not to come at all and it would have been odd for us to bring a friend without her. Middle child didn\u2019t choose to bring a friend. Then we haven\u2019t ended up with a second dog. The best bit is we can all move round which bed we sleep in at regular intervals. The worst bit is that we\u2019re on water.<\/p>\n
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