Gone to buy a bloody allan (is that how you spell it?) key for the roof bars. He has known for weeks that we are going and leaves it until 3.30 on a Bank Holiday.
It's like Ground hog day. Every single time we go away, he fannies around with one tiny job whilst I sort everything else out.
Sorry. Rant over. We even got the DSes to have a nap so we could load the car in peace. And now they are awake, the garden is full of camping stuff, he has gone AWOL and it's about to pour down.
It'd be funny if I wasn't so cross And even worse if the sound of music wasn't keeping me going!!