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Well OH bag was known to be copious if nothing else :-)

Seeing all these mice right there, made Allan hanker after some cheese surely he could find something to nibble on....

... not to worry, sad his OH. I,m sure there is mousetrap in there........

'I know there has been a Mousetrap in the West End for over 50 years' said Allan, but that is a mystery in itself.

OH was amazed, how did Allan have this mine of information?

Allan of course held this knowledge as he was very fond of cheese and the more he thought of it the more he wanted it!

So OH copious bag had neither cheese nor mouse trap.....what to do....he deserved some cheese after all he'd been Gouda for at least five mins....

Did he have a copy of mice and men?

Allan needed a drink with his cheese, so he found a small stream and had a pint of beer.

That was a Steinbeck.

Allan decided to write about his trials and tribulations.

Thus he commenced, 'Once upun a time ( ;-))…..'

His OH however was beginning to feel a bit cheesed off, quite blue in fact.

Hard cheese, thought Allan, displaying that lack of sympathy and empathy for which he was well known within the family circle.

Now, if only he could find a nice bit of Cheddar he could really gorge himself.

Cheddar and gorge.

They are back in England :-D

Allan did not even question why he was back in Somerset, he just was!

Somerset, south coat of England, surely there must be sea around. If there was sea, then there must be boats. If there were boats, then they could sail.

Never say die! They headed for the coast.....





again!

Having not satisfied his craving for cheese Allan was developing a craving for a bit of Dover sole

Allan took the two fishes out of his ears, which he had been using (the fish, not his ears) as herring aids.

Both he and his wife were beginning to flounder and felt as though they were mere prawns in a larger game of celestial chess.

Yesterday they were cheesed off, now they were chessed off.

Caerphilly they looked around the area until they saw what looked like a fisherman's hut, - well at least it was tall and covered with large-mesh nets.

Would they find a chap to lend them a boat, or would they just have to flounder around until their luck changed?

They tramped over the shingle towards the hut.

They followed the smell of pizza coming from the hut and hoped captain Birdseye would be willing to share a slice and a boat

Allan, who would rather chew his own arms off rather than eat pizza, hoped that the good Captain might at least have some finger food of the fish variety.

He (Allan) was also getting a bit frustrated with messing about on boats. He certainly did not share the Water Rat's view of them as Allan preferred to arrive at a destination; in his case Fremantle, Western Australia, from where it was but two train rides, and the flash of a pass (seniors free travel card) to Bunbury

But that would be too easy. And we know life isn't like that...…. :-D

Just when Allan thought that he'd been handed a boomerang, it turned out to be a stick.

Well the stick would not come back if he threw it, unlike a boomerang!

With this thought in mind, along with all the other jumbled thoughts, Allan decided that he and OH had faffed around for too long, and wanted, nay, needed to get home, as he was not too sure if he had left the iron on, or not.

Allan and OH went to the waters edge, and gazed out to the horizon, yes, just over there, give or take a few thousand miles, was home.

They turned, and to their surprise saw a sign that said

Pedaloes for Hire....

Oh, goody, thought Allan who had always wanted a little peccadillo.

His wife had to explain the difference. Allan was disappointed for two reasons, the first being that he was forever reading about peoples' peccadillos, the second reason was that as he now knew what the actual word was, it sounded like hard work.

He wondered how his OH's sea legs would cope, as they would be doing most of the pedalling.

OH thought Allan said Picalilly and handed him a cheese sandwich.


Doggedly they trudged toward a pedalo, got in and began to pedal. Luckily the tide was going out, and it helped them along.


On the horizon was a great hulk sitting in the water. 'Must be the 3 mile limit' thought Allan.

Nearer and nearer came the pedalo to the ship, and Allan could see a flag flying from the mast, sadly it was not until they were along side they could see the Jolly Roger......

Allan wondered why the reception from his cat's whisker detector, which, like MacGiver, he had managed to rig up from bits found in the bottom of the pedalo ad is wife's bag.

Then it struck him, or more correctly he struck it with an almighty clang.

The incredible hulk was in fact Radio Caroline