I nearby stand down... in crawling into 2014.

My self titled title of non drinker must, from hence forth, be rescinded.

The other week it was beer, this week it's cider. Well, I am in Somerset...

We're having a fabulous time, we walked miles, including a trip up Glastonbury Tor, and the kids (after two weeks of not sitting at tables in school) did it all in fine spirits.

And I must admit to taking a certain sadistic pleasure in seeing the abject misery on the faces of the 200 or so French teenagers who were dragged up there as part of their school trip..! For those who don't know, walking up Glastonbury Tor is not very far, but certainly not for the faint hearted. Especially on an Easter Sunday that seems to be unconcerned as to whether it throws rain or hail us.

We were dressed appropriately, they were teenagers. And I don't care what their nationality, teenagers just don't get the concept of dressing for the weather.

Then there was that dread thought. Oh. My. All. Encompassing. Shite. What if they're staying in out hotel..?

You'll be pleased to know, they aren't!

It has been a really lovely day, and tomorrow I am hoping to explore the possibility of chocolate. For me... There is a chocolate shop in Glastonbury who specialize in raw chocolate products. Ie, those without sugar. Rich is going to the football in Yeovil and the girls and I will find somewhere to bimble - perhaps the Clarks outlet village. We'll see.

So TTFN my good people. X