INDIAN CASINO

Last night a couple of friends drove up from Oregan. It was so good to see them again and I was absolutely bowled over when Chuck said that he reads this humble blog! He quoted me seveval things I have writen, like the suggestions that we call Davy's memorial garden "The Fuckwit Garden" because that was a particularly favourite swearword of Davy's. I should add that this was not my suggestion, I was only reporting an idea, but I must be more careful what I write. But there again, nah! I am what I am!!

Today we will spend with Chuck and Sue, culminating at the Indian Casino for a meal and a little "investment" opportunity. I hope I don't lose my shirt! But hey, they are doing well back at the office so I'm sure they wouldn't deny me my guilty pleasures. Would they?

I was due to fly British Airways on Tuesday (the day the strike starts) but I have managed to pull it forward for a day so I will go home for two sleeps before going on to my next destination. Which is, where? Where exotic birds fly.