Don't forget the suncream.....

So this was it…..he was on his sun kissed island ….could it get any better? The concerns caused by money grabbing lawyers whose interest in the truth was questionable to say the least had been left behind in freezing London.

The bitterness was, at times, all consuming, but why? The philosophical side of his internal debate took the floor,why the bad after taste? You have escaped, left it behind, the angst was now firmly planted in the court of the enemy. Young gf would regularly visit and the life plan would continue to be discussed.

In the meantime he would simply chill. , half hearted attempts to get a job were underway, and work after a fashion did seem a possibility, but the island was quiet just now…. better opportunity lay ahead in the summer., and what a summer it promised to be. This was what he had worked toward all those years, suffering the fools, for there had been more than a few, their beaurocratic fantasy world taking over as foolish privatisation swung one way then another. Consideration was still being given to lifting the lid…. be aware.

But privately, questions had to be considered, was he going to live out his days here? Or would travel as promised eventually arrive. The Americas were calling…. Australia and that side of the world…. too many places and not enough time? Flying was not fun to an individual who would rather keep his feet on the floor of life…oh of course the ship could sink but more a chance of survival? There was always a grim humour as the trolley dollies went through the motions of their safety safety dance which invariably began with “In the unlikely event of…….” In the unlikely event we would all be going to heaven, hell or the bottom of whichever ocean we ditched upon.Get real. This is your chaplain speaking.

Don’t forget the sun cream.