Hola!!!Just wanted to say a quick hello to one and all and give you a quick update on travels post Egypt (not that theres been that much to report really....) The good thing is that the nasty case of Egypt belly i've had has at long last disappeared. It would appear the only cure was a round of golf, some Spanish Sun and a steak! (bizarre cure i know but it seems to have worked!)
So a few days galavanting in London catching up with the young folk and then a trip to sunny Bath to watch my beloved rugby team throw away a 17-0 lead at half time vs London Irish, somehow turning it into a 20-20 draw. And we were lucky to get that to be honest!! I mean really, would never have happened when i was playing (cue story of Rendcombs' great victory over Dean Close circa 1987.... maybe another time !!)Bath is such a wonderful place, but i need to warn you that its streets are maybe not as safe as they once were.....this is because my lovely black shiny sports car has gone on its hols there for the next few months. MPH, aka Stig2, will no doubt be tearing around the roads of Northern Somerset putting it through its paces......you have been warned!!!
All of this was followed by a few very pleasant days down in sunny Spain sorting out the enormous building site that at some stage will be CB3. I'm reliably informed it will be finished for me to return to post Central America (sometime around the beginning of June) - i am however rather skeptical, but fingers crossed..... Given my rant about Monarch Airlines in the last blog i have to say that flying other low fare carriers is now an absolute joy. Maybe Monarch have in a bizarre way done me a big favour, but the flight to Gib on Easyjet was alot better than i ever remembered (all relative i suppose.... and i was in the emergency exit row so my knees werent round my ears throughout the flight.....!!)
I then had a day with just about every tradesman you can imagine; architects, builders, gardeners, tile layers, curtain makers (turning my hand to a bit of interior design btw, just incase i dont have any gainful employment to return to post sabbatical!) it really is amazing how much goes into the building of a pad in southern Spain. I must thank both the project manager and my parents for slaving away down there continuously at the moment.... without them CB3 would surely still be a hole in the ground, rather than the jewel in the Bod Property crown that hopefully it will turn out to be..... Invites to some sort of grand opening party will follow i promise.....i see it as some sort of MTV affair with me spinning some tunes on the terrace while we watch the sun setting over the Rock Of Gibralter.... Happy Days!
It was after this day of decision making and toil that i decided to head to the golf course for a nice relaxing game of golf. Now i know i've never really been much of a golfer and i know ever year i say that i must play more to get my handicap down to a much less embarrassing number than it is now (which is somewhere between about 25 and 40) but it has become glaringly obvious that if you only play once every 6 months golf really is a nice walk spoiled! Other than my 50 foot (ok 30 foot...!) putt on the 17th to save a 9, there really wasnt much to be happy about with my game. A friend of mine that had joined me for the trip has just started having lessons and i have to admit his game was a) a damn sight better than mine and b) a damn sight better than i remembered it!! So if anyone fancies a few rounds while i have some time on my hands then please let me know. I potentially have two Ryder Cup stylie weekends down in Spain towards the end of the year so need to improve drastically before then.....
And so now the Emerald Isle beckons with gallons of black stuff to help me celebrate turning 39... If the England Rugby side can pull out an emphatic victory all the better, but given i've just been told kick off isnt til 5.30 on Saturday the chances of me remembering much of the game is pretty slim.....Swing Low etc etc.....
So until next weeek when i head off to the Alps.... chest deep powder and some banging choons...
Bod
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