The magic stick

February 8, 2008 -

John Heald -

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I cannot remember the last time I spent so much time sitting down and for the last three days from the hours of 8 am – 7 pm — that is exactly what I have been doing……………..sitting…………sitting and more sitting……………………and that is what I am doing now, sitting, at 6 am writing to all my friends in blog land. I am sorry that I did not slap on a full blog yesterday but we had some internet problems here which as you can see have been resolved. I left Heidi sleeping in the cabin making those strange purring noises occasionaly interupted by a lip smacking sound she does as if she is dreaming of eating a bowl of pasta.

For this blog I have come to the deck 9 area by the pool. I have a cup of monkey tea and as I look around the only other people I can see apart from the wonderful crew preparing for breakfast are two guests and I have a feeling that they have yet to go to bed. One of them just walked past me doing a Charlie Chaplin impression, staggering with legs apart clutching on for dear life to a bottle of beer as though it is made from pure gold. His friend is just behind him and he is walking like one of those creatures in a Zombie movie…………he though has lost his golden bottle and doesn’t look to happy about it.

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