…it had to come sometime I suppose. You can’t spend your life swanning around in boardshorts and Hawaiian shirts forever you know.
Coinciding beautifully with my loverly infestation of lung molluscs the heavens opened and God did spew his wrath upon the tiny campers below. AD was trapped in his miniature motorhome during the onslaught as the campsite turned into a tropical rainforest for the afternoon (without being very tropical)(or the slightest hint of a forest).
The following evening the clouds lifted, the sun burst forth and for a few brief moments before dark the sky lit up like a crusty juggler on dole day.
I’m currently in the Algarve – attempting to prolong the summer for few more days and seeking guidance and care from my beloved parental influences. Never let it be said that optimism is lacking in my list of character traits.
The giant antibiotic pills I’ve been shoehorning down my neck for a week have made me immune to even the harshest of germ warfare attacks so surfing may be a possibility at some point soon – I shall no doubt let you know…
I didn’t surf today.