MY HOLIDAY DIARY

DAY 1 - Arrive late at night in to the Egyptian heat haze, enjoy midnight swim. DAY 2 - Oh dear, girlfriend down with some sort of lurgy. DAY 3 - Oh dear, girlfriend still down. Shivering like an eskimo while sweating like, like something that sweats a lot. DAY 4 - Doctor called out, medicines required. By the afternoon, girlfriend finally braves venturing out. Promptly trips on the first step right outside the room and tumbles down the remainder. I score her 8.5 for artistic content (not appreciated). Doctor called back out and now considering basing himeslf on campus. Feet and leg injuries acquired. Watch the worst England performance on record, an experience I can report that is not enhanced when described by an Arabic commentator. DAY 5 - Drag girlfriend off to explore Egypt. Taxi drops us at a market town where we are pounced on fully 10 paces out of the car. Frogmarched in to a bizarre shop selling dubious perfume and forced to drink Egyptian tea. 15 minutes later, fearing for our lives and convinced we are being drugged, purchase some dubious perfume at extorionate cost to secure freedom. Decide we will give rest of market a miss and hail taxi back to base. Total trip time 1 hour. Time outside of taxi, 20 minutes. Egypt conquered. DAY 6 - Girlfriend finally stops milking injuries, although this opinion doesn't score me any brownie points for the day. Took a trip snorkelling and WOW, that really was special. Like being dropped in to an exotic fish tank. Burnt my bloody back though! DAY 7 - Last day. From home the offices email their monthly figures through. Watford record best month of year to date for Sales AND Lettings, Bushey match their best Sales month. It occurs to me maybe I should go away more often. Write this article on a balcony overlooking the Red Sea and thinking I should probably be a little more appreciative. Girlfriend treated to hand holding walk along the beach. We have to giggle at a very strange week.