Six days to Christmas and a happy 76th to my dad.
This god dam flu is on it’s last legs but the worst part, even more terrible then the sleepless nights writhing around already wet sheets, soaked with sweat, coughing with my nose running like a waterfall, was having to walk out of the slsc totally sober! So many of the lads up there with their Santa hoods on, boozing away merrily with seasonal cheer. Sunday, flu, I tell you, like it or not, me and you are on it, on the balcony and in the sun. Hopefully with sore arms after a full weekend of surf.
This morning the old boys came in with shark circling stories. Even the lifeguard came to have a look. Normally you brush those off but with the greyish sky and deep inshore gutter it was defiantly more plausible. I always hear that bloody tune from Jaws when I hear the word shark. Da na. Da na. DanaDana. DanaDanadana arrrhrhhhhh. So I steered clear even if it was probably at burleigh within minutes.
The water has cleaned up and is now equal to a warm bath. There is still that electric ting when you dive in but then just perfect. And it’s cleared up to photo standard. We got some good ones today.
Merry Christmas to you all and enjoy the Chrissy parties and last weekend of shopping left before the 25th.
Happy bday Stan. Your the best.