Took Audrey to the bank and shopping this morning. We got to the first shop when I suddenly remembered I hadn't put the parking disc in my car window! 'You'd better hurry' said the lady in the shop, 'they are very fierce in that car park'. I didn't know i could still move so fast - and I got there in time.
We then did some Not At Homes, and I did a couple of return vists, and found the chap in again. He says I can call back with the December magazines.
Col Skyped me from the island, looking very brown and relaxed. On the last day, after his diving is finished, he always has a massage at the very swish Beauty Shop. Now I thought I had emailed the island this year and ordered a nice sensible motherly masseuse well into her sixties for him. But judging by all the 'it was wonderfuls' and 'lovely young girls' etc etc , my email was shot down somewhere over the Indian Ocean and my cunning plan has failed.
Ah well, back to home and real life tomorrow. No lovely young girls around here (well apart from myself of course). I hope I will be too busy to worry about boats sinking and planes crashing etc etc, as Roger will be arriving for lunch and I must get out on the field service in the morning.
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