Back in GLA again

Just got home from another trip down south to the office in Chichester. The trip there was good. Had a fun Thursday night out with 2 colleagues, much laughter ensued over the course of the weekend. Does anyone else out there want to confess to making a 'Love Tape' during their misguided hormonally rampant youth?

The trip home, not so good. Once again fighting with Flybe at the Southampton airport to try and convince them that it would make no sense for the company travel agent to only book a checked bag for my flight there, and not to allow me to check that same bag home. So again I had to pay (argh!! - I'll be contacting the person that books our company travel when I'm back to the office).

Then I got to be lucky contestant number 3 and get the complimentary 'pat down' at security. I mean come on. I'm in a fitted skirt, light weight fitted shirt, no pockets, I'm in stockings as they've scanned my shoes. Where on earth am I going to hide anything. And the pat downs are getting a little on the close side. If I was a smoker I'd be asking for a cigarette afterwards. It's getting a bit ridiculous really.

My flight was delayed, but they never tell you that anymore, it's just assumed. So when I got to GLA and the company hired car that was to pick me up was 45 minutes late. It was pouring rain and the driver didn't even attempt to help me with my bags. He wouldn't even get out of the car to open the trunk, just told me to put them in the back seat, so I had to sit on a wet seat after pushing my soggy bag to the other side. Same thing when I got to the flat, not a 'have a nice evening' or 'let me help you' . I was a drowned rat by the time I got to the door and found my keys.

Now compare that to the car service that drove my from Chichester to the Southampton airport. Traffic was a bit heavy it being a Friday and 6:00 PM so I was asked if I wanted the scenic route, or the really scenic route. I picked the really scenic route, and the whole way the driver was playing tour guide and pointing out farms, castle ruins, secret military installations that aren't 'officially' there. He even tried really hard to find a Highland Cow but no luck.

I'm soggy, tired and my head hurts. Must be Friday the 13th.

Another Short Story

There's another blogger writing thing going on. I've been working on a short story to submit. The contest closes July 17th so when the entries are up I'll post a link for those that want to read the submissions.

Oh, and that alarm is still going off. I walked around the area when I got home and I've narrowed it down to it's not a car alarm but either a burglar alarm or an extremely loud alarm clock. It's just in my block, on my side of the street (so Graham, feel free to wander around to take a listen). I just can't figure out which flat it is so don't feel right calling the police to say...

"Um there's this noise, but I don't know what, and I don't know where, but can you make it stop?"

Argh!

An Update

That *!*!*!*! car alarm is STILL going!!!!!

Monday Night

Got out of the office a little after 6 tonight, which is pretty good for me. Stopped on the way home to pick up some veggies and yogurt. Cooked a good dinner, 4 cheese ravioli with a cream white wine sauce and sauteed veggies and prawns. Not very calorie conscious but tasty.

I was supposed to be meeting up with a friend at the pub later but I got a text asking to reschedule to the weekend.

So here I sit, listening to a very annoying car alarm that has been going on and on since I got home. I sincerely hope it is turned off by the time I need to go to bed.

I've got the TV turned to BBC4 on in the background. There's a series on about The Women's' Institutes Denman College. The episode is comprised of women that are attending the College (it's more of a retreat centre really) giving their stories.

Currently there is the sweetest little old gray haired lady and her story is so sad. Her first husband had an affair and divorced her, then her second marriage to a persistent suitor (or stalker as they call it now) resulted in mental & physical abuse and then her spending time in an asylum where under Dr's orders she was not returned to her marital home but to her parents.

Here is a sweet woman, 2 failed marriages, has been through hell and back and still smiling and trying to building up her self esteem.

The last quote I caught while typing this is her saying "You go through life and think it's the end of the world and it's not. It's not. It's just Nearly the end" and she burst into joyous laughter.

Wow.

Music Meme

A while back I was charged by The Struggling Writer to "list five songs on your i-pod you are proud of and five that you are not so proud of. Explanations are welcome, as are links to the songs or YouTube videos".

I'm not very good at things like that as I listen to such a broad range of stuff how could I only pick 5? It's like asking a Mother which child is her favorite. I love all my music. What I will listen to depends on my mood, what kind of day I've had, if it will be in the background while performing a task or if it is to be for the sole pleasure of just sitting and listening (my preferred method).

Not to mention, I don't have an actual i-pod, just an RCA MP3 jukebox of which the hard drive promptly decided to breakdown as I was on a flight back to Canada. 9 hours is a long time to sit without some good music to listen to.

Which leaves me with my laptop. I started scrolling down my list of CD's I was able to rip onto it before moving, but I only got as far as the M's.

I'm not doing very well here at all am I.

As mentioned above I flew back to Canada last week to attend my Grandmother's funeral. was strange how I ended up being back in Canada for Canada Day (July 1st). So that got me to thinking about Canadian music, of which I own quite a bit. So then I started trolling YouTube searching for Canadian bands.

Oh Canada
The Music

In no particular order...

Band: The Tragically Hip
Album: Phantom Power
Track: Poets
From: Kingston, Ontario

This is the quintessential Canadian Band in that they are huge at home but have never been able to crack the US market. And you know what, that makes them even MORE Canadian.




Band: Big Sugar
Album: Big Sugar
Track: Sleep in Late
From: Toronto, Ontario

I remember seeing this video for the first time on Much Music a loooooong time ago. Loved it! but never made note of who it was and it wasn't really a top 40 tune so not on high rotation. As a result I never saw it again. Fast forward a number of years and I see this band live at Plaza of Nations during Foxfest. I quite liked them so the next day I went to A&B Sound and picked up their first 3 CD's. Back home, I popped in their first album and track one was this tune. Sweet.



Band: Pilot Speed
Album: Caught By The Window
Track: Melt Into The Walls
From: Toronto, Ontario

This is another band I discovered through watching The Wedge on Much Music It's a non-top 40 show that focuses on the more avaunt guard or intelligent videos. I've discovered quite a few interesting bands on that show. Anyway, I digress, I saw this video a few times before finally having a pen and paper handy to make note of who the band was and then going out to buy the CD. I love every track.



Band: Sloan
Album: Pretty Together
Track: The Other Man
From: Halifax, Nova Scotia

This was one of those albums where you hear a couple of tracks on the radio and you think, hey that's kinda catchy. Then you get the CD home and pop it into the player and you are blown away by what you didn't hear on the radio. I think that's one of the pleasures joe shmoe misses out on when only listening to music on an i-pod, or computer. So often the musical subtleties are lost when music is compressed within an inch of it's life. This tune has an amazing bass line through-out, the band itself has incredibly intelligent lyrics and use intricate harmonies. A great band and a great album.



Band: Matthew Good
Album: White Light Rock and Roll Review
Track: Alert Status Red
From: Vancouver, British Columbia

Matt is all that is good about Canadian Music. Intelligent,artistic, political & outspoken.

So there you have it, a small snippet of the Canadian Music scene. In all cases the whole CD is fabulous. Not a throw away track at all. That's another thing I don't really like about the i-pod generation. If you're just downloading one tune you're missing out. For me, once I get the CD home I find the tune that got airplay is not necessarily the best track. But I'll save that rant for another day.

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I don't know what to write. I'm tired, still battling jet lag and feeling a bit lost. I think I need my lazy Saturday morning to kickstart my creativity again.

I'm going to bed and will try really really hard not to wake up at 4AM.

Home Safe and Sound

No problems with any of my flights and connections. Managed to lug my suitcases up the 4 flights of stairs and am now longingly looking at my bed as it lures me to grab a snooze.

Back to regular scheduled chaos with a smattering of jet lag tomorrow.

Oh joy.

Reflections

The funeral was on Wednesday.

Just a small affair with the immediate family and friends. Afterwards we all headed back for the reception/wake.

I find it amusing that my Grandma planned the food for her own wake back in 2002. Nothing fancy, she didn't 'do' fancy. She was a very practical lady.

So I've been doing lots of thinking and reflecting through all of this.



My Grandma's world travels started when the family defected from Stalin's Russia when she was 6 in 1928. Settling in Saskatchewan that was pretty much it in terms of Global travel until she and my Grandpa retired.

Then, as she put it 'Ray came home and dropped the tickets on the table and said we're going'. My Grandpa had booked a whirlwind European holiday for them. Grandma said if they'd discussed it she never would have agreed to go (she didn't like flying either). She still had the receipt for the tour. I think it was something ridiculous like under $800 (that's Canadian funds) for the 2 of them for 7 weeks.

One of the last times I visited her before moving to Scotland we went through her photo albums and she detailed the trips they went on. Usually they were packaged tours that included all accommodation, flights, transfers and most meals. There was always a group picture taken at the evening meal. Love that 1970's fashion.

It was interesting comparing notes on places we had both been When they did London, I think she said they were only there for a few hours. They 'drove by' St Paul's Cathedral. I on the other hand stayed 9 days in London and a good portion of one afternoon was spent at the Cathedral and also climbed all the way up to the top of the dome (no need to ever do that again, my thighs still cramp at the thought).

Many of the places they visited were just that, drive bys in a bus. The odd place they did get free time where they could explore on their own. This for my Grandma was a dangerous thing as she had zero sense of direction (a family trait I'm glad NOT to have inherited). She has a great story about wandering Rome on her own trying to find the Vatican. She wrote down on a piece of paper what she thought was the hotel name but it wasn't. She got lost within the first block and getting back to the hotel involved a number of locals and a polizia none of which spoke a lick of English to help her find her way back to the hotel .

No digital photography back then so she tended to purchase postcards. But like me she was detail oriented and made notes about how much things cost, how many stairs up to their hotel room in Wurzberg, what they ate for dinner that night and she journaled.

Writing, that was a huge passion of hers. She kept a daily journal her whole life, documented her emigration experience, wrote poetry and loved to read the dictionary.

I have dabbled with poetry (mostly bad), tried my hand at a short story and started to journal when I took my first real trip to Cuba in 1998. But it wasn't until my first Europe trip to Germany that I really got all gung-ho about it. Somehow traveling by yourself for 3 weeks when you don't speak the language is a good motivator to write.

Now with my having moved across a country, continent and an ocean I have also embraced the habit of a daily journal, even if it is a public, electronic version.

I last visited my Grandma August of last year, 2 months before I moved. She understood it would probably be the last time we saw each other. She didn't want me to go (i.e. leave Oliver to drive back to Vancouver) but she thought the adventure I was about to head out on was an opportunity not to be missed.

She was right.

7:45 PST, June 23, 2007

Rest in peace Grandma.

Love,

Chris

An Unexpected Homecoming

The emails started this week.

My Grandma has taken a turn for the worse. She is refusing any further treatment and is ready to go 'home'. The latest update I got this morning when I fired up my laptop is she'll likely be gone in 48 hours if not sooner. The Dr has her on a morphine drip to make her comfortable. My Mom and 1 Aunt are with her now. My other Aunt and Uncle are at various stages of travel to get there.

I've booked my flight from GLA to YVR via Amsterdam. I was surprised that one of the cheapest flights is with KLM and the Amsterdam - YVR leg is direct. Air Canada was almost twice the price plus I'd have to stop in Calgary of all places. No thanks.

So I will be arriving in Vancouver Tuesday afternoon and driving to Oliver either that night or Wednesday morning (I need to check with my Dad). I should be back in Vancouver for the weekend if any of you out there want to get together for a quick visit.

I'll be heading into the office this weekend and I know I'll be working late Monday night as I need to try and finish up a few projects in prep for the week off.

I am one of only 3 Grandchildren and she is the last Grandparent I have.

I need to go home.

A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall

It is pouring outside.

I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to get to work and not look like a drowned rat. I have my trusty Canadian Gortex Taiga but that only keeps my upper half dry (as you can see here to the right).

My only long coat is a wool winter coat and the temperature according to Yahoo is 14 degrees so too warm to bring out the wool.

I could take a cab but that just seems to be the lame way out. I could take the underground but by the time I walk to the station to catch the train, and then walk from the station to the office, I'm still wet.

What about an umbrella you may ask? Useless here because of the gusty wind, blows them inside out within the first 2 blocks.

I normally wouldn't care about showing up to the office a little on the damp side but I'm hosting a visitor from one of our offices down south so it's important to look professional (i.e. I'll be wearing a skirt and heels rather than trousers and my Doc Martins) and preferably not soggy.

Maybe I will take a cab or a bus. I'll have to let you know. I guess I'll need to do some shopping this weekend.

Roli's Birthday Party in Frankfurt (the novel)

It was a hot day.

Too hot.

The kind of hot that made your skin glow from the sweat.
The kind of hot that tells you "you stink".
Everybody stank.

It was hot.



Wandering the streets of this German town trying to escape the suns punishing rays.



The sumo wrestlers were doing their best to entertain, but the heat was impacting their performance.



Then the clouds rolled in.



The blackness hovered over the trees. The dry leaves quivered in anticipation of what was about to occur.






But then the storm left as quickly as it had arrived




Roli & I have been friends for close to 20 years.

The End

Father's Day

This is my Dad

He's a pretty neat-o kinda guy.


There's Musical Dad
(he plays a mean Teddy Bear's Picnic)

My appreciation for all styles of music came from him. His obsession with High Fidelity has also been passed down. Have I mentioned lately how much I miss my stereo and CD's?


There's Photographer Dad

Again more artsy stuff. What can I say, he's a talented guy. We always had fun going off on picture taking adventures. That was one of my best days in Barcelona, wandering the streets of the Gothic Quarter trying out different shots and comparing how they turned out on our camera's.


There's Camping Dad

My folks didn't have a lot of money so family vacations were always camping. Lots of good memories about sitting by the camp fire in my jammies, Dad always had his guitar. Watching chipmunks, collecting cicada beetle shells around the tent and keeping them stored in empty cigarette boxes for safe keeping.


Christmas Dad

I remember the year I left a note for Santa and thinking it strange that instead of milk and cookies he had some leftover spaghetti and a beer.


There's even a Too Cool Dad
(I loved that T-shirt by the way)

I guess looking like that I can understand why the park ranger always put us in the 'party' section of the campground.


But this.... THIS is my favorite picture of him.
He's looking pretty stylin'
(way cool sideburns)

I miss hanging around with him.

That picture was take the day I left Vancouver and moved to Glasgow, Scotland.

Happy Father's Day Pops!

Love,

The Kid

Musical Chairs

1973 Scotland.

David Payton, Billy Lyall, Stuart Tosh & Ian Bairnson get together and form the band Pilot.

Who?

You'd probably recognize their bit hit Magic. But this was the tune I found interesting.




Here's a little music trivia for you....

Both Billy Lyall and David Payton had a stint with The Bay City Rollers (I was never a fan)



Stuart Tosh did some work with 10CC after Godley and Creme left the band to do their own thing. On a side note, my Dad had the 10cc album The Original Soundtrack. I have strong memories of listening to that album over and over with the headphones on. One of my favorite tunes off the album was this one.



Lastly Ian Bairnson & David Paton both played in The Alan Parsons Project.



But wait, I'm not finished. To wrap things up nicely I give you Pilot Speed.

A complete different bunch of guys, but the band is from Canada (the title of the song from the Pilot at the beginning of this post). This tune is off their first album that I never tire of listening to. They have a new album but I'll probably have to order it off of Amazon.ca and pay for shipping. I think it would be worth it.

Enjoy

Feeling Old

So I fell getting out of bed this morning.

It's not like I had a long way to go as the bed is only about 18 inches off the floor. I blame it on my short legs. While swinging my legs over the bed to the floor my right foot caught the inside left leg of my PJ's (they're too long as I'm only 5' 2" and a bit). When I stood up and went to take that first step forward I toppled over in slow motion and landed oh so ungracefully onto the hard wood floors. I should be nice and bruised by tomorrow.

So this got me to thinking about my age. I'm no spring chicken. I've got a birthday coming up in a couple of weeks (nothing divisible by 5 or 10), there are the lines I'm starting to see around the eyes. And then there's the gray hairs that keep appearing in my tresses.

Here's the dilemma. Should I continue to go to the bottle and cover up that gray or should I just let it come in? Now it's not like I have white roots or anything, I'm not to that point yet. But I guess it's this whole question of who am I? I know I look younger than my years but is that a good thing? It hasn't done much for me in terms of having a hot date on a Friday night.

Would perhaps allowing the gray to come in make me a more real person? I've played a lot with my hair colour in the past 20 years. I've been a blond, red head, strawberry, mahogany, chestnut, I even had blue streaks once. But I've never gone black as I don't think I've got the skin tone for it. A few years ago on one of the girl trips we came up with the description of 'wildly conservative'. I used hair colour as a creative outlet, but always had a conservative cut.

I've moved away from all that was comfortable and I'm trying to decide what's next. Who do I want to be or who am I? What does my hair say about me? First impressions are at times all you get.

I'm due for a haircut in the next couple of weeks so I need to decide. Do I keep the gray or do I colour? If I colour, should I stay a brunette or go back to experimentation?

I'm too tired to decide and my knee hurts.

Natural and let the Gray come in
Brunette
Blond
Strawberry
Redhead
A combination of the above
Just shave it off and sell it to a wig maker

Your thoughts?

12:05 AM

12:05AM That is the time I got home from the office tonight, or this morning.

12:35AM - curled up in bed with a bowl of tortellini for dinner, or would it be considered breakfast?

1:34AM - the time it is now as I type this as I can't unwind thinking about the work still left to do on my desk.

4:35AM - the time I will most likely wake up as the sun shines in my bedroom and I hear the pigeons cooing outside my window sill

6:00AM - the time I will finally drag myself out of bed to make a cup of coffee and a bowl of muesli, yogurt, half a granny smith apple and a handful of all bran on top. I will then curl up in bed again with my laptop to see if any of you out there have left me an email or a comment to say hi

7:30AM - the absolute latest time I can jump in the shower to give myself enough time to get ready for work

8:30AM - the time I will walk out the door to begin the day again.

5:00PM - the time I promise myself I will really leave the office.

PFO to GLA (June 3)

It's really hard to go home at the end of a trip.

You need to repack your suitcase with all your dirty, sweaty, smelly clothes. Try to figure out how everything fit so perfectly before and why it doesn't now even though you didn't buy anything. Then there is that gripping fear that you forgot something, but can't figure out what (I didn't).

Our airport transfer is to pick us up around 2PM and we don't have to check-out until noon so at least we won't be rushed. Enough time to have a good breakfast, pack and then sit out by the pool. When it's that time, we just make a quick change into some cleaner clothes and then wait up in reception for the bus.

Once on we are advised that the flight home will be approx 45 minutes late. But that's not too bad. There was one trip I took to the Dominican Republic and our flight was delayed 12 hours, what a waste of a precious vacation day.

We arrive at the airport, grab out bags and go to check-in. Once again I'm struck by the needless chaos because they don't have just one queue for all the check-in counters. So people are jostling for position and then audibly griping when they realize they've chosen the slower line. Really what does it matter? You've got preassigned seats. Are you in that much of a hurry to get to the other side to just sit around and wait?

And wait we did. The Paphos airport is not all that large and with the few flights that have been delayed there is just not enough seating for everyone. There is only 1 small touristy type duty free shopping and then the other shop that you see in every other airport (the one with the chocolate, perfumes, alcohol and cigarettes).

Eventually we do find a spot to sit. The seats are fairly wide so I end up sharing one with B as we are both small. The noise is defining. Screaming, crying kids, frazzled parents, the overhead announcements that no one can really understand. According to the flight status board our flight is on time, with no gate assigned even thought the actual time is 60 minutes after we were to take off. Glad to see things are up to date here.

It's times like this having a laptop come in handy. I pull it out of my pack and get caught up on my journaling (or blogging as it is now). But if I didn't do this then there is always a book, but I try to save the reading for the actual flight as you can only read the in flight magazine so many times.

They finally call our flight and we get ushered from the main departure lounge to an inner lounge as we wait for the shuttle to take us out to the tarmac. An elderly couple sitting next to us notice our Canadian passports and mention we are a long way from home. So we launch into the whole, we moved to Glasgow thing. They are traveling with their daughter and son-in-law and their Grandson who is just a little cutey with curly blond hair. He seems to take great delight in ever so gently touching my knee and then laughing.

Flight home was uneventful.

One week is just not long enough for a trip. Particularly when you're coming from a high stress environment. It takes a couple of days to truly unwind and at that point you are already starting to think about what will await you on your return. Two weeks should be the minimum, three weeks is even better.

Being independently wealthy, traveling all the time and not having to work to survive?

Perfect.

Paphos Day 6 - June 2

Today we split the day. The morning was spent at the beach, then when it got too hot we moved up to the pool to take a dip. The Mediterranean although lovely to look at was just a bit too cold for me. Then, once we'd had enough sun we head into town to do some more exploring of ruins.



In the Paphos harbour is the entrance to the Paphos Archaeological Site. This excavation site is known for mosaics and my goodness there are a lot of them. Surprisingly only a few of them are actually under cover. The majority are just out in the open air. The site itself is huge and I'd heard it mentioned that anytime someone would dig a hole to start a construction project something else would get found. Which makes you think, at what point do you have to say enough with preserving the past, get on with the now and the future? People need a place to live and history is full of civilizations building on top of what another so where do you draw the line?

Sorry, got a bit side tracked there. Back to the ruins.



The mosaics are interesting but I'll be honest, after the first few it was a bit boring. There is much more to see other than these anyway. There are columns (some standing some toppled), more tombs , a castle and also a church - but I couldn't find it. In looking at the map at the entrance it seems to be across the street but we just ran out of time.



I think we wandered the site for a good couple of hours and at the end of it I wanted to just curl up in the shade and grab a nap, but that wasn't the plan. First was an ice cream break, then postcard shopping and I also wanted to find some cold bottled water as I was starting to feel a bit dehydrated. Then we hop a bus to try and find the old town of Paphos.



We weren't on the right bus, but it was worth it purely for the entertainment value as the driver was singing to the radio at the top of his lungs. According to the route map this bus should take us within a few blocks of Old Paphos, but instead of being in the old town we were in the high street shopping district. This in itself isn't a bad thing, but all the shops are closed as it's close to 6. Looking up I can see some kind of tower so we walk in that direction and it's an old Moor Mosque. Seems to be a bit of a ruin and the doors although slightly ajar are locked. But you can look in through the windows. It's quite small but is another one of those cool finds.

We wander the streets for a bit but time is fleeting and we need to get back to the hotel to meet the tour rep at 7PM.

As this is our last night we decide to check out the divey bar around the corner from the hotel for an after dinner drink. It's a tiny open air place with plastic chairs two huge wide screen TV's (both showing football), The Eagles Greatest Hits playing in the background and on the walls pictures of the proprietors family. From one of the pictures it looks to be his army picture from his days in the service. Brenda orders a Brandy Sour as that is supposed to be the local cocktail and I order a Cyprian Whisky (nothing special). We don't stay much longer past finishing our drinks as it's hot, smokey and I'm about ready to fall asleep from the long hot day and all the walking we did.

It's our last night. I'm not ready to go back to the real world yet.

Did I Mention I'm Afraid Of Flying?

There was a time that in order for me to get on a plane and not get nauseous from nerves I took prescription anti-anxiety drugs.

I was cured somewhat of my fear of flying when my friend dared me to go cold turkey without the drugs on a flight from Miami to Vancouver (layover in Denver Colorado). Of course that flight subjected me to some of the worst turbulence I'd ever experienced. As we were flying over the Rockies the pilot could only get so low and he couldn't get over the storm so it just meant he had to fly through it. I survived that and have been a bit better about the whole nervous flying thing ever since.

I won't say I'm nonchalant about the whole experience. I still need to close my eyes and repeat the phrase 'I'm in a bus on a bumpy road, I'm in a bus on a bumpy road' when going through rough patches. Add to that the survived experience of flying into Southampton Airport during one of the winters worst wind storms this year does much for convincing myself that I can do this.

Today while on the last leg of my trip home I counted that I have been on 17 separate flights in 2007, 11 of which have been in the last 5 weeks. And 2 more work trips coming up in the next month.

That's just crazy.

So I'm now home from my weekend in Frankfurt, the pictures have been loaded to my Flickr site but I haven't done any tags or comments yet. I'll get to posting the last 2 days of Cyprus tomorrow and then I'll give you the scoop on this last weekend. Had a good time, but am glad t be on the ground again.

We Interrupt Regular Scheduled Programing For This Announcement

I'm in a mad rush to pack and get to the office early today. Flying out to Frankfurt tonight to visit a friend and help him mourn the passing of his youth (he's turning 40).

Had a worship team rehearsal last night followed by a late dinner at the pub so I was completely knackered when I got home (couldn't possibly have anything to do with the 12 hr days I've been putting in) so I just went straight to bed.

Now I need to pack, have a shower, water the plants and then get ready for work. Trying to figure out how I'm going to get to the airport as my Friday has turned a bit crazy with 3 conference calls, one of which is scheduled for when I need to be running out the door. Need to find a way to cancel that one.

Now before you all start moaning about my 'jet set' life style and how many carbon credits I've used up these last 6 weeks.... Oh go ahead, moan away. Might make for some interesting comments for the 2.6 people that read this thing.

So Paphos day 6 & 7 will follow on my return Sunday night. Stay tuned.