Lazy Sunday in Florida

The tee-shirt tan is progressing nicely despite the fact I've spent the bulk of my time in front of the television. I don't care if I'm visiting the eighth wonder of the world, if Wimbledon and the golf's on the telly I'm watching it. It gets better next week, the British Open Golf is on the goggler wall to wall for the entire week and I'll be making it my business to hoover up every last minute. 

I went to church this morning and got collared by a welcoming committee including a bloke called Tom who was tickled pink to meet a Brit. When he learned I lived in Scotland he asked me if I knew a guy called Alistair Begg, no word of a lie, as if Scotland housed just a handful of individuals all of whom I knew. Nice guy though and I'll see him again when I return on Thursday night, he strong armed me into attending a 'men's event', the steaks and ribs sold it to me.

Back at base and Taisha's friends are visiting from Miami, half a dozen fun-filled Haitian nationals are larking around in the swimming pool and enjoying themselves far too much than is permitted for a lazy Sunday afternoon. I've taken the trouble to park myself in front of the golf indoors instead, I wouldn't want to crowd the poolside so have done the decent thing. Chris is making me coffee and Coralea sharing chocolate cupcakes, life is tough here in Florida and no mistake. Tomorrow I'm going to drop the kids off at summer camp then go for a run during which I may well perish in searing heat so if there's no blog posting tomorrow you'll know why.