Big catch up!

Olgadapolga has been absent from cyberspace for some time and has a lot of catching up to do, mainly due to our visit to Spike House, which was truly FABULOSO (sorry, been watching too much Dora The Explorer with my nieces!)
The news from Spike House?
Well, we discovered that Ham Berry has a penchant for cherry lip balm. So comfortable is he with his masculinity that he is not ashamed of this, nor his girnormous nail file and pink nail clippers!
Pensil the owner lived up to all our expectations. Previous to our visit he was very keen on combinations of the Girls Brigade and the swimming pool. On arrival he boomed (and you have to say this in the accent of an English country gentleman "Any girls want to go to the toilet, follow me!" Hmmm! He was most fastidious about the state the place must be left in, down to the formation of the balls on the snooker table. I feared that Judy or I were going to batter him (in love, of course and seasoned with grace) but guess who stepped in with extreme and surprising patience to diffuse our seething anger? Why, Dieter the irritable!
The wide game was fun, but Baz the Bobby had dragged us up a rather large hill first and so the troops were weary. Except that is, for his tireless son, Osama Bin Horton. (We later discovered that Osama had been up to all sorts of mischief unbeknown to us, walking on the roof, swinging from the beams, hanging out of windows~ how that boy is not dead or maimed is a complete mystery).
We managed to spend less on food and yet waste very little and most people wanted and were able to have seconds. Less on food, in spite of filling the bottomless pit of a stomach that belongs to Little Man! Thanks to the kind folk of Summerton for all their amazing crumbles.
One of our highlights was the talent night featuring Az the dodgy Manc rapper and those adorable dodgy scouse twins Little Ant and Little Dec. (Check self~ can a scouser be adorable?)
And we also wonder why all the girls were so keen to sit on the front row this year? Could it have been the film star looks of the preacher?
All too soon it will be back to school. Yeuch! My new boss by the way was none of the key celebrity lookalikes. But it is a she and she has curly hair. When the deputy head rang to warmly congratulate and welcome her, he commented on the good feedback he'd had from the kids about the woman with permed hair. There was a long silence and then she said, " My hair is naturally curly." Ooooooooooops!