By: Blonde Two
I have a recipe for you. I don’t really recommend that you try it but in the (very unlikely) occurrence of you needing to, here it is;
One very keen Blonde (suitably matured)
23 best laid plans (mice and men optional)
4 different route options (soaked in rain for six hours)
A pinch of atrocious weather (preferably from the South West)
A splash of over eager bravado (expensive but worth every penny)
A teaspoon of Blonde flavour (available soon from a Dartmoor cafe near you)
20 Jelly Babies (pick out the Yellows first)
Cook all of this up in a large quandary for around 48 hours. When the consistency of the Blonde is similar to soggy jelly and she is just about to burst at the seams, make a decision. Take the plans and route options out of the quandary and put them back into a purple folder. The remaining broth should taste about the same as anything else that your mother said was “good for you”.
Nom, yom, slurp, burp … “What is that?” I hear you say. That, my dear Blondees and Blondettes is the sound of a Blonde (who is not going to Dartmoor today) eating her words.
Sounds like a wise decision. One helicopter ride is enough for any cv.
I’m off to do some Ms but they are only short dashes from the car. Wind is severe but rain only intermittent. 9:30 am.
A wise decision really! We’ve driven to North Somerset and back and had some lovely weather and some blooming awful weather!!!!!