
Wot no walkway! Thank the FSM it’s not raining.
Up at the crack of sparrows for our flight to Salt Lake. Good flight. Excelent service. Splashed out with the air miles to upgrade to Premium economy comfortable. Overall I think it was worth it not quite as good as upper class but pretty good.

Best way to travel, not that Wendy agrees.
After 24 hours we arrive at our 2nd home and the electronic door lock won’t work. To top the day off we both get soaked by the sprinklers – hope it’s not recycled sewage water. Phone the management company and within half an hour they have someone round to let us in by the fool proof mechanism of a key.

Back in paradise.
Then in the afternoon it’s off to the supermarket – I escape to Starbucks. Then the liquor store for the essentials.
Nearly bleed to death as I have the nosebleed from hell and it just won’t stop – bet I lost pints of blood.

Ain’t she pretty – 1940’s evening.
In the evening it’s time for some HBO. Then there’s that moment when you wake up on the settee, watching a blank TV screen, in a dark room, with a glass of an awesome whiskey in hand wondering where her in doors has gone and thinking eee bye gum she must be pissed with me. Never mind, I manage to finish off that awesome whiskey and stagger up the wooden hill.
Oh to be stood having a pee and you’re that tired – only 4 hours sleep last night – that it takes you every ounce of energy and concentration not to nod off mid flow.

1940’s evening.
11:00 and I’m off Bowling with the Newcomers group. What an abysmal score, just manage to crack 100.
Tootle off down to the National Ability Centre to help out with the Archery. Bloody hell it’s been cancelled, so good of them to let me know, time for a minor rant with them, they really need to get their act together, not the first time this has happened.
Try unabomber again. This time we both manage to stay awake.

1940’s evening.
Afternoon off down to the gun range with joe.

1940’s evening.
Work


Halfway point on the hike. Awesome views.
Stop for lunch at Sammy’s. I pass on lunch but can’t resist a Pilsner – forgive me for I have sinned yet again.
Afternoon working again – it really is getting boring now but I’ve my recommendations and new contract terms to produce by the 18th. At least the money’s good.

The long slog back up hill.
Then more attempts to watch Unabomber without nodding off.

1940’s dancers.
Wendy’s volunteering at the hospital in the afternoon so I’m the taxi service, in between getting some work done.
Then just before tea we both take a pleasant bike ride to check out our bikes.
Evening’s more work and Unabomber.

At the No Name Saloon with Doris and Paul.

Back in Paradise.