A Trip to Jersey Shore

SIX FLAGS on the glorious New Jersey Coast...

Six Flags is a chain of amusement parks here. My youngest son and his friends love a trip out to the New Jersey park. I don't. Yet, like a lemming I just head over the cliff every summer and off we go. This week I've agreed to take my son and his mates on Friday. They've just about broken up now from school, how mad is that?  I think he (youngest) mesmerises me into agreeing. I go into a trance, I can't fight it. 'Yes' I say before I know where I am. Last time we went the journey took 3 hours because I accidentally set the satnav to 'none freeway' roads. This time, we'll be going straight there and straight back. Trouble is, we have to take the I87 road through NJ. Despite the 65 mph speed limit, NO-ONE adheres to it. That road is like the Monaco Grand Prix. If you try to stick to the limit, trucks come up behind you and parp loudly until you speed up and drive like everyone else. It's normally very hot when we go to 6 Flags with scant shade or healthy food. This year I'll be taking a picnic blanket, my laptop and a box of real food. Summer, doncha just love it?

Meanwhile, I have just heard a horrible hissing noise in the kitchen. I can't see anything but I deffo heard it. At this time of the year, that sound can only mean one thing....I can't even bring myself to write the word........but if I see anything (while incidentally, hubby is once again a million miles away) don't worry, you'll hear the screams....