Holiday Blues


JANE AUSTEN'S ALLEGRO



The other day we were in a travel agent's of all places, booking a city break in Munich. Initially we were looking at going at the back end of March.

Being a bit of a World War 2 buff, whilst in de Fatherland I was planning to sally forth over the border into Austria, as many a German did in 1939, and visit the Eagle's Nest where Das Fuehrer used to put his feet up and chill out after a long hard day in the office.

We were informed that 'De Nest' was not open to tourists until late April. It was suggested to us that May might be a tad warmer and a better time to travel, which sounded ideal. Just then the alarm bells began to ring. Whoa whoa! Wait a minute, let me check something out. Quickly accessing my mobile phone I was trying to find what date the National League play-off final was going to be. Tenth of May. Phew, that was close call - could have missed that.
"I got to thinking. Am I daft? Do I really believe that Pools will make the play-offs, let alone the play-off final?"

A short while later I got to thinking. Am I daft? Do I really believe that Pools will make the play-offs, let alone the play-off final?

Even when my nurse informed me that I hadn't taken my medication earlier I thought, not unlike Nicky Featherstone, that I would play it safe and with a 'sideways' glance at the bride we booked our holiday for the last week in April. The thing is, one way or another, that you can never be sure with Pools.

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