Holiday Bucket List Suggestion

Holidays, you'll agree, can be fraught with families. I can hear your teeth gnashing, some of you. I've written on this before. See: I'll Be Lone for Christmas...You can Envy Me!

Now...here's a holiday bucket list idea for some me-time.

I don't have those gardening tips, ideas for stately homes to visit, how to D.I.Y., how to master whatever high quality backlinks may be, cheap deals on seaside getaways, recipe ideas, last minute city breaks, deals on the Eurostar, cheap theatre tickets, last minute hotels...

Bottom line?
I have this:

Audiobook: My Tutu Went AWOL

Produced by Oliver Nelken at Mornington Media. Self-narrated, including opera as sung privately for Her Majesty, ad libs, extra material and bloopers. By which I mean that Oliver left the microphone live when I was seriously buggering stuff up - accents, recreating the sound of Velcro ripping on my body armour skirt, confusing Tristars with Tridents.
Ideal for hammock dangling, driving, leg day, back day, arm day, throw back Thursday, Monday Motivation and the Friday feeling aka TGIF.
Go on, give My Tutu Went AWOL a try. It's free if you trial Audible.com. Yes, I know, those trials. Once the free period has expired, you're automatically signed up for endless copies of Butterfly Monthly, eternal damnation or HD no-advert porn.

Solution?
Just get Alexa or your equivalent to remind you to cancel.

I can't emphasise the following enough...

It's the one tip I do have. Don't invade a My Tutu Went AWOL book show at the Brighton Festival, thanks, lads.
Or this may happen to one of you. Loss of shirt, tracksuit bottoms and dignity.

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