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Saturday, March 26, 2005

After a trip to the supermarket for provisions GF & SV settled down in the garden to catch some rays and read some books. There is something immensely pleasant about sitting outside, feeling the sun warm your bones. As we reclined, GF was disturbed...

What was that?

GF listened intently

There it was again, a sound that was hard to pin down.

Where was it? What was it?

Leaping, cat-like to his feet, GF prowled the garden. No. It was inside. It sounded like someone calling, quietly. He slipped quietly over the threshold, held his breath... there it was again. No doubt. It was coming from the kitchen. Fingering his Swiss Army knife he moved swiftly to the kitchen. No time for hesitation. In a single move he swung open the fridge and grabbed the beer that had been calling his name. This was no time to take chances.

Excitement over they made lunch and settled back with the books until the football started. Good, workmanlike performance from the spectators, with commentary added by both cubs, on from Engaland, the other from Thailand, via telephone.

Pleasant evening spent at the pool bar barbecue. Good start to the vacation.

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