I personally blame it on the other member of the household who I believe had a delayed delivery of  wind from the south with him on Thursday.   (Not that kind of wind from the south either you lot).

Saturday we did our Tough Guy Tough Gal challenge out at Cape Kidnappers.  Was a huge amount of fun although I don’t know that even after two rounds through the washing machine the smell of wet stagnant water has been expelled from my clothing.   We ended up doing it as a Team so I can’t officially claim to have beaten the boy – next time.     However, there was a fair amount of in-team antics which started by me getting rugby tackled full into a stagnant pond by Mr Watkins after accepting what I thought was a gentlemanly hand-up!!   (For those of you have been following this blog, you might recall that this “gentleman” is in fact our plumber!   Friends -who needs them!    However, he got the boy a beauty in an even smellier area of water very late in the piece on my behalf so I’m fairly happy that things worked out in the end.

However, after a dinner with friends on Saturday night involving far too much onion bahji, curry, some red wine and healthy amazing desserts (yes desserts  plural), we got our weary bods into bed only to be woken at 2am by the most horrendous wind (outside the container – not inside).   I had to call in a chaperone to accompany me to the outdoor facility  as I was convinced it was going to blow over with me in it!   The gales finally stopped at about 3:3am as suddenly as they started and the morning dawned fine and reasonably clear.

We then organised our selves for the arrival of a group of friends and family to have a small celebration and looksee for those who haven’t yet seen the progress.   However, when you invite family to an event you can always expect there to be a problem.  However, it is not the younger generation that created trouble this time – no – a sensible (not) mother figure  – MY MOTHER.  Who whispered amongst the guests about her little graffiti plan.     She left the party with me suddenly hearing that she had been encouraging people to graffiti the toilet block!!     It’s not even our toilet I wailed to the boy – I think we own it now he said.   But what we found was the most lovely thoughtful idea and notes from our friends.   Love you Mum for being just a little bit curve ball. xx

Toilet graffiti…- reads top right: “Nail down toilet”

Reads: “I could sit and look at the view all day – Carol”.