well, i’m back from a jolly few days in Newquay.

Surfing was good fun – though there were far too many people there. Once you caught a wave and stood up, you were find that you’re heading directly for a group of pesky surfers. One either had to plow through or fall off. Generally i plowed through causing meyhem. The waves weren’t brill but it was still fun.

I have decided that i hate seagulls – every morning at about 5/30ish they would start baying, waking all and sundry. Much lack of sleep.

Water was v cold too. wetsuits a must.

Annika seems to be having a lot of these milk baths. Are they two a’ penny and of the essence?

Dashed fine show! Don’t take any funny business from these natives! British don’t you know.

Well that sounded fairly hellish. What would you have done if he had produced a large machete when you started quibling about the price… 😉

I was wandering through the house earlier, on the way to the garden to practise a few golf swings with the number 2 iron and the plastic golf-balls i purchased earlier in the week, when i heard a piteous mewing from below. I located the sound as eminating from the Minion. I was about to kick it playfully as is my want, when i noticed its food bowl was empty. I threw a couple of grains of the dry biscuit food in and it munched away happily.

Dod is merely 2-1 up in a 5 setter. plenty of opportunity for a comeback! I was having to ease off a tad because Dod was fairly short of breath and seemed on the verge of a heart attack.

those ridiculous blue shorts of Dod’s are the most festering things i have ever seen. He only wears them in the garden – thank god! – and he claims they allow an all over tan. pest!