Well, I've had a little time...which made it easy...had a little time, to work things out....
Well, my parents will have been away a week tomorrow, no one to my knowledge, at this point in time, is dead, not even the parrot; despite my parents being in an earthquake, and us having a barbeque.
Survival is all about planning, and keeping a clear head...
Staggering about the beach...with a can of lager in one hand...in the sea, laughing at the people spinning fire round their heads.
I truly am alive.
That was the barbeque, anyway...
The earthquake probably wasn't quite so amusing.
My sister's boyfriend is back, bringing with him pieces of Mt Vesuvius and general Italian paraphernalia.
(...there's a 'natural disasters' theme to this posting, did you spot it?)
I've been wandering around all over the Island instead of taking the bus, which, seeing as I'e just had 3 years of not walking anywhere, is good. Especially as I spent a lot of that time drinking and not doing exercise.