Ok I am sitting here drinking some of Bill's excellent stout, which will tell the astute several things. 1)Barbs is not home. She's in the island hospital, with what we hope is a chest infection. At the moment she seems very cheerful and feeling a bit better. If you're on death's door the flying doctor takes you away to the big hospital on the mainland. 2)The heat has broken. Stout earlier would be not a great idea. 3)Work just isn't with me right now. I'm not a big beer drinker, but this is very good (I like the taste, but it makes me wee - which if you have my bladder -a mass of scar-tissue from bird Schistosomiasis -- my little gift from fish-farming, not stretchy is just not worth the visits to the convenience every half pint.

I took Peter for his first ever dive this this morning - while my wife was passing out on the doctor's surgery floor, which was a lot of fun than dealing with that would have been, although it was It brought home the fact the that you need to reach your kids to use goggles and a snorkel early. Trust me, it's much harder later. Anyway, I think he enjoyed himself a lot, and I take a great deal of pleasure in the enjoyment of others in things I love. He saw some fish, an eel/pipefish and a small flathead

And now to feed dogs and do some work if I can.