All Quiet On The Western Front

It is with great sadness that I have to announce that my family all flew home today.

After 13 fantastic days it’s all over for this trip (my cold seems to have gone as well……maybe I’m allergic to my own family…..now there’s a thought !).  We spent 5 nights at my desert retreat, 4 nights in Abu Dhabi and then 4 nights in Dubai.  We had a great time doing all the usual things you do on holiday, and then some !

There are whole blogs to be written about my kids introduction to haggling, about the contrasts that you can discover in one day in Dubai, the excitement of seeing your family for the first time as they come out of arrivals at an airport having not seen them for 9 weeks and the emotional wrench of watching your family pass through the security checks at an airport knowing that you’re not going to see them again for about 10 weeks.

There are pictures galore and different stories that go with all of them…

But, for now, there is very little.  This is for a number of perfectly valid reasons, such as the internet is bloody awful tonight (largely due to the two coach loads of footballers staying at the hotel for some tournament or other at the local club and hogging all the bandwidth with their ipads !), but mainly because I got up at 5 this morning and I’ve spent all day either driving 350km or working, and to be frank, I’m knackered !

Tomorrow I restart/ continue my fitness and austerity regime in an effort to make myself more attractive to girls obviously (it remains to be seen if the taught, muscular, tanned body has the same effect as the money I manage to save but it will give me something to do for 10 weeks) so I thought we could see the return of the inventory as part of the blog.  Possibly a simplified version or possibly just what I had to eat all day but a return none the less !  The plan is to be in the gym at 6 in the morning rather than 6 in the evening (which will be reserved for T’ai Chi practice) – well it’s a plan, you have to admit that at least !  The plan doesn’t get off to a great start because Phyco has already texted me to invite me out for a 20k bike ride tomorrow (and a swim) so I may end up taking exercise twice tomorrow, which should at the very least get me ice cream with my salad ?

After that, who knows – so until then I’m off to bed to prepare.  Sweet Dreams.