working hard

Well, when I left you yesterday, I checked my spelling, it was dreadful and I decided to go to the beach, well four in fact.

This was the first one, I had it to myself for about half an hour and then it was beseiged by kids, dogs and what not. I made a great effort to keep my dignity and change under my bathrobe, only to find that by the time I'd done my changing and de-robed, I was brandishing a titty. Such carelessness.

When the 10 people got too overwhelming, I found this beach

Might be deemed as the same beach, it was only 2/300 metres up the road, but it didn't have peeps on it, so swim 2.

And then it got a little cloudy and I was getting hungry and looking for facitlities so I found myself at

Scorching Bay, the other 1/2 were called 'worser bay' and they were.

Scorching bay was holiday'sville and my camera was clogged up with sand.

Shutter wouldn't open, but I love the allusion to 'go faster' or rather 'just do it' (Nike)

so i did, swam and had food at the lovely 'Chocolate Fish' Cafe

They do the most lovely panini with various condiments that really make it, and then my favourite, the ice-coffee with ice-cream and whatd'ya know, a chocolate fish. If I never write about them again, I've never seen them anywhere else, but they are chocolate fish with marshmallow/creme innards. Disgusting, but they do work when frozen in an ice coffee. Izzy and Chess love them. They bring me out in pimples.

Oh., yeah I did go out nightclubbing at the one and only "Pound" and I have company.

bye for now