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Well, at least, that’s the intention But it didn’t work that way For all our plans were thwarted ’Cos food got in the way.

We woke up to a cup of tea Served by our guest-house host Then followed that by breakfast Fried with eggs and dripping toast.

Then Whoopee! to the sandy beach,

Mid morning snacks to munch Before we packed up halfway through

And trudged off back to lunch.

We’d roast beef, Yorkshire pud and all,

And jelly by the ton;

We could hardly get rise from off the chairs

With lunch-time dining done.

Then back down to the seaside For that’s where we longed to be, Crab-rummaging and pottering In the rocks down by the sea.

Oh really this was wonderful For city kids as we,

Yet, no sooner were we started When they dragged us off for tea.

Spam sandwiches and fly cake Well, we had to down it all; Lemonade and biscuits And some things I can’t recall.

And then of course, was supper ’Ere we scrambled off to bed Where we spent the night in slumber

Just like grounded whales, well fed.

Yet we knew that on the morrow All those plans we’d hoped to lay Would all sadly come to nothing ’Cos food got in the way.

And with the fortnight over We would dress in Sunday best, By gum, we’d force those buttons To make sure they stood the test.

We’d pack aboard the steam train And for home, we’d make our way For fifty weeks’ normality With one square meal a day.

Ian C Gray Wollaton Park