No dive

So just when I thought my chest was healthy enough to dive, I woke during the night and saw peripheral silver streaks reminding me I have Detached vitreous membrane in my left eye. Hum? How would that be with the pressure of being 40m under water? A quick Google sure told me - do not dive! Bugger it. Devastated. And this could be permanent. Bugger, bugger it! 

You're getting this week's blog early because we fly home tonight. 11pm and don't land until 2pm UK time. And I'll be a bit busy getting through immigration and on to Terminal 5 to fly back to Aberdeen. We've had an amazing time and was just what I needed. I barely thought about all the craziness at home just now. But that's what holidays are for - rest and recuperation.

The other evening Mark was wearing a new shirt. A shirt with a hidden pocket. He had the usual breast pocket but there was a zip next to the button seam with a secret, secure space. I've got a secret pocket he said with glee. I pointed to the breast pocket. Yes, he answered sarcastically, my secret pocket is the obvious one that everyone can see! Ah, how cool, once pointed out to me. I had to guess it's contents, so I started with something daring - a condom? What the hell for? was Marks reply lol. Good point. Then I thought maybe a photo of me, next to his heart? Ha ha no! An emergency fiver? Or even just the room key card? No! He had Rennies! Bloody Rennies! Well, that just about sums us up really. Middle aged couple carrying heartburn remedies on holiday. Lol.

Well on that note I shall bid you farewell. Speak again next week, from sunny Scotland.

I own my happiness.