So one week till I leave London. Miami beckons but I'm too busy on hold to call centres to give it much thought. Try cancelling anything from phones to DVD rentals and it's a maze of push button technology. It's made all the more fun remembering to tell the 'friendly' representitive your three unique passwords. Except you can't remember because you set them all when already half way through a bottle of red.
In the midst of this whirl I managed to see the family back at the Warwickshire homestead. We're all spread far and wide across this land now, so it was a unique occassion to have everyone sitting around together at a restaurant table.
What wasn't such a top idea was sitting down with the folks that evening in front of the telly to watch this guy. Bear (who on earth is ever called Bear?) is a combination of Ray Mears and SportBilly on tartrazine. A complete nutter who parachutes into jungles with only a penknife and flask of luke warm tea for company. That probably won't assuage their fears that I'm off to Costa Rica to wrestle Jaguars and spit out venom from poisonous snakes...
BTW: I meant to put this link up last week, but better late than never. My friend Lee is running the London Marathon this year for the very worthy Macmillan Cancer Support. If you have a spare fiver you could do a lot worse than give here. Cheers.
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