KA rejected all of our holiday destination suggestions. The resort was too big/small, the beach too crowded/quiet, the weather too warm/cool. This was too much for us all. How could anyone else book their own holidays if they were dependent on the decision of a woman who could not make up her mind. In desperation I threw a brick at KA and stomped out of the room, leaving TPR and (lond-dead) PH to pick up the pieces.

Later when we all reconvened I noticed ghostly figures flitting through the house. It took a lot of effort to identify that these were death eaters, waiting to pounce. Only one man could save us: Richard Beckinsale.