The prescience of GF's reaction to C-c's first call yesterday morning was disturbing. Obviously, the news broke late afternoon regarding the earthquake in the sea off the west coast of Sumatra. We hadn't heard the news, but Urban-cub phoned to let us know. She was in a pretty bad state, convinced the worst was about to happen. However Cousteau-cub had already texted through to say she was heading for high ground, and not to worry.

Throughout the evening we watched Sky News (its no use trying to get accurate or timely info from the BBC, and their analysis is usually flawed) - and a blitz of text mesaages hurtled back and forth between Tenerife, Thailand, and the England.

Eventually we got a text from C-c to say they were all safe, and up on the Viewpoint above Koh Phi Phi and would spend the night there.

The threat of Tsunami subsided.

Meanwhile, we had ordered a Indian meal to be delivered. we were not going to move from the News channel. After 2 hours it still had not arrived. This really was serious. Eventually GF phoned the restaurant to find that had written down the apartment number incorrectly. They were most apologetic and brought the meal immediately and gave us a bottle of wine in retribution.