Big Surf

I've been rather busy with the website development over the last three days, and to be frank It's been a relief to get off the PC. Thus blogging has been a rather less than pressing concern. It seems that I do have a number of loyal followers who get a little agitated if I'm not up to date. Withdrawal symptoms one might suggest. I never thought my inane ramblings would be considered opium for the masses, but it seems it is so. Those in the know may have taken comfort in my slightly less irregular but still irregular now the novelty has worn off Twitterings.

Rhiannon went out with one of her school mates and hung around in the Mount for a sizeable portion of the day. She seemed to make it home OK, which is an achievement in itself as she claims not to know the way, even though it's a straight road, which ever side of the Mount peninsula you take.

Friday was also the day that we had a visit from another estate agent, saying much the same as the first one with regard to the possible repossession. It all seems to be a bit hush hush and no one s really talking. We will I suspect find out more later on, but it's a little awkward not knowing.

Saturday was spent, you guessed it, mucking about with web sites and PHP. It's all hanging together nicely. Saturday morning turned into a text ping pong session with my mate Rog in the UK. Seems he misses his drinking buddy, but can only express this when ever so slightly unsobered at closing time on a Friday night. I miss you too, Rog. Mine's a pint.

Sunday - more of the same. I am now using GOTOs in my PHP code. Argh! No! Don't do it I can hear you shout. How bad can it be? Dunno what all the fuss is about - it works. I realise I am teetering on the verge of Hornerism and resolve to beat myself severely with a keyboard until I have purged myself of my filthy ways. The catharsis takes some time and I enjoy it, maybe a little too much.

Perhaps I should have gone to the beach. Di took Imogen down there while the little ones went off with the boys next door to visit their grandmother's swimming pool. Apparently the surf was "wicked" and Di was in the sea for literally the whole time she was at the beach. The waves were sufficiently powerful to hurl you right up on the sand and the whole place was full of surfboards. I need to get a life. I did manage to get another run in - just the Mount and back with no drama. It's pleasant to be able to move without feeling your beer belly swing in the opposite direction. The new year diet is clearly working.