That is what they were charging for internet access at the holiday park thing I have been at all week.

That, coupled with the fact that the concept of internet Cafes has not made it down to the south coast yet, is the reason I did no blogs while away.

Can I just say. I REEEEEEEEELY missed you lot.

After a little catch up it appears that not everyone has been having a good week. To put it mildly.

And although being here or not "as the news breaks" would make no difference to the outcome of various situations one way or another, it does make me feel like I was letting people down. Which is of course rubbish but a weird feeling neverthelessnesesish.

Anywho, back to work tomorrow to discover that

A- All the proceedures have been changed and the job is now totally different.

B- a big pile of letters from irate/stupid/snotty customers on my desk

C- a task that no one else wanted that has been passed on to me due to me not being there to say fuck off.

D- all of the above.

I am actually looking forward to it.

Blimey, I must be ill.

The veiw from my favourite high windy clifftop. At A place called Highcliffe - what are the chances of that happening eh? (just out of shot - me dressed as I am in the header pulling the same pose all dramatic and tragic like)

You can imagine this street full of drunken pirates, well almost.

We saw the Red Arrows doing a display above the sea front in Bournmouth. Very impressive as always.

Now for the arty bollocks. Oh the windswept romance of it all. Ahem.

Missed me?

Yeah right, Okay - sorry I asked. Hmmph.

Any way as I am sat here like a starving man at a free buffet (Les paul on lap plugged into the marshall so I can attempt to type, play AND read the 87 emails waiting for me) Cramming myself full of all the things I missed this last week.

What did we do?

Basically we would get up, breakfast, go out to the car through various levels of moisture or patchy sunlight (althouhg most days did seem to have a liquid centre) and travel to some windswept cliff top, cute looking village, tourist place to get out of the rain or what ever and spend the day. Sarah amazes - the amount of entertainment she can get out of a beach full of stones is amazing, she hunts along looking for good or odd ones and shells. I come home with a hudredweight of beach in my bloody bag.

Then home, where I would slob on the couch while Jo took Sarah for a swim in the indoor pool. Actually I would chop stuff up ready for dinner but did not want to appear to domesticated.

When they got back I would cook us dinner, except for the night jo did, The Sarah would drag Jo out to see the kids entertainment - Overly keen twenty somethings jumping around on stage encouraging the kids to do silly dances and some bloke coming on later in a Squirrel suit (he was the holiday park mascot "Cyril the Squirrel" or "That furry Llwnt" as I called him)

Then when they came back, Sarah off to bed, a wee drink for mummy and daddy then bed then up and do it again.

Sarah had a great time.

Be warned.

Some photos of landscapes and stuff to follow.

I will try to catch up on all events but I would like to say congrats to Kizlode for the birth of his new son, and also To Sixey and Morelearning for their new arrival.

I also have gathered its not all good news here. So I will be catching up on that too.

and now to try to load some pics.

INCOMING!

duck you suckers.