There was a plan to meet up with the sister and niece at the nearby Clark's Village for lunch, and my plan was to give her a call once we got back down from the tor and arrange a time. Not easy with a dead phone, so when we got back down into Glastonbury we started searching for a phone box. During this search we passed the 16th century pub, the Rifleman's Arms (no pic), and then the old pub The Beckets Inn (named after Thomas A Becket), a Wadworths pub full of real ale. No such pleasures for me...

We eventually found a phone box, the first I've used for over 20 years, and left a message to my sister, via my mum (because who knows numbers these days) that we would be there for lunch in around 15 minutes. The only reason I know me mum's number is that it was also my number until I left home at 18.

All good... got back to the car and it had a flat back offside tyre. No spare, Dead phone. This pissed me off immensely, not least because my wife's usual sparkling personality was rapidly deserting her, and both she and daughter needed the toilet, oh, and they were cold!

Anyway, after much directions from passing Glastonburonians, I eventually discovered a tyre place open on Sundays and got the car there driving very slowly on a near flat tyre. A screw was found embedded into the side wall, so a new tyre was required at £129, thank you very much. We were put in the queue and told to come back in two hours, so off we set walking to our lunch appointment. I'll be honest, the wife wasn't all that happy by now!

We met up with sister and niece nearly two hours late for lunch, and wife and sister headed off together with their huffs in one direction, and daughter and niece headed off to the play park in another. I was left wondering how on earth any of this was my fault!

My lovely darling daughter found a new boyfriend in the park, and even although he was a ginger, I was so glad she was happy. She never lets me down! (pic courtesy of niece)



But I was still left on me own looking after me sister's ridiculous dog, who seemed to have recovered from her dark chocolate overdose a few days ago.

I mean, FFS, whoever has a dog looking like this???



And to top it all... I'd forgotten it was a Sunday and on the way back Thatchers Cider Farm was shut... so no Green Goblin to try out, and no cider left at home... absolute farkin disaster!

But, the daughter always come through... tonight I taught her Backgammon on the new board she got for Christmas. I used to play loads in the past and she was right into it, although I want her to learn the game before I introduce the doubling dice.

I would recommend this to any parent/kid relationship... it's sociable and gets 'em off the tablets. Also, it's easy going. Me daughter loves chess but it's a bit much for me back home in the evening after a few Leos and Ya Dongs. Backgammon is manageable.

So it all ends well! Backgammon with a £2.95 Tesco bottle of wine and time with me beautiful daughter!



And moral of the story... don't take the wife up Glastonbury Tor!

But if you do... charge your phone beforehand.

And whatever you do... don't get a flat tyre in Glastonbury on a Sunday!