draliman on life

Here is my story for What Pegman Saw which this week takes us to Bristol, England.

This week sees the return of our hapless, newly divorced traveller (though don’t worry, this is a self-contained story). Let’s see how he gets on!

“So, here I am, my suitcase filled with bikinis and sandals.”

“Lovely.”

“No, not lovely. I have a selection of sunhats. Litres of sun tan cream.”

“It’s best to be safe.”

“Days on the beach, I thought. A trip to Marseilles, maybe even Barcelona, I thought.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure that’s really on the cards.”

“No, it’s not, is it. We’re standing here in the pouring rain. And it’s freezing.”

“The weather is somewhat disappointing, I’ll give you that.”

“No, I’ll tell you what’s disappointing. Come with me to Montpellier, you said. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything, you said. I’ll book the lot, you said. You seem to have lost an ‘l’.”

“An ‘l’, darling?”

“Oh, we’re in Montpelier, all right. Montpelier, BRISTOL! With ONLY ONE ‘L’!”

“I had a similar mishap when I was holidaying with my ex.”

“Goodbye forever. Don’t call.”