The caravan is very comfortable, in fact the bedroom is better designed than our bedroom at home. The bed is comfortable so in theory I should be able to sleep like a log. There is just one problem the local seagulls think our caravan roof is a runway! The roof is sloped and tiled so it is not quite as inviting as when they used to be flat but when a seagull lands it sounds as if there is a horse wearing clogs trotting over the roof. Oddly it doesn't seem to disturb Robbie at all. I mustn't grumble, my mum and step father have to put up with far worse at there house. A number of peacocks have set up home in their village, they land on the roof and clomp about as if they are doing military manouvers and they make the most ear piercing noise that goes on for hours.
After my rant about Network Rail yesterday we are back to the more sedate subject of Robbie's reading matter. Robbie and I had quite a lot of adjustments to make when we decided to marry. I accepted his Dr Martens, his trains and his music. He had to accept wall to wall Radio 4. At first he teased me about it, but after a while he was addicted too, and now he listens to everything from the Archers to the Shipping Forecast. In fact he became fascinated by the magic of the Shipping Forecast and he wanted to know more about the place names that were recited in the daily forecast. A couple of weeks ago he bought himself a book called Journey Around the Shipping Forecast. You know what that means don't you? It means that Robbie will read a whole book with no trains - just a lot of seagulls!