We'd be sat there playing. Annette, nana and mum would be sat having a brew and chatting when Annette would pipe up with "shall we go to Blackpool? Come one, we're going Blackpool". Nana would definitely be in agreement! We'd all pile in the cars (often fought it out who would travel in Annette's Showgun with the dodgy bell than constantly pinged over 69mph haha).
We would often do the beach mostly with a picnic in the car. Then came the obligatory trip to the big B&Ms in Cleveleys.
I've lost track of the countless times I tell this story about our fulfilled, spontaneous aunt, Annette.