46 hours off island, of which 13 or so were sat on an airplane. Thinking about it spending a few hours in Bluewater
seemed to be a bit of a waste, but if you have ever been shopping in Bermuda, then you will realise the temptation. Saturday night was spent in a pub in Hornchurch, the latter hours in an Indian restaurant, those a bit more sketchy than the ones earlier.
Several hours spent in the company of some of my best mates and one in particular who has really been through the ringer healthwise this year was a beautiful thing, in a man kind of chicken bhuna way of course. Oh and 9 out of 10 for the shower gel DG.
Yesterday my son and I flew back from Gatwick and today we played tennis, mini golf and splashed about on the beach late this afternoon. Tomorrow's a whole new day of fun.