4 days to go, or Instructions for people who will be by the sea with me

1) No-one, under any circumstance, is allowed to make even a single joke involving sharks. I watched Jaws, you know. It took me years to recover sufficiently to be able to go paddling in the ocean again. I still have panic attacks in swimming pools. I have been known to jump out of the bath suddenly. On a bad night, I can’t sit on the toilet alone. Few friends can cope with such a difficult request.

2) Please do tell me if I am about to sit on a jelly fish. I did that in August 1999, and it hurt. ‘Mummy, mummy, why is the lady sitting on a jelly fish?’ I heard the little boy before I felt the sting. I had to pretend I found it funny too. Yes, the tears running down my face were pure mirth. The same day I was stung by a wasp that had found its way under my shirt, while I was driving at 90mph on the motorway. I'm sorry, Animal Kingdom; I really don't know what I did wrong?...

3) Do remind me about lack of SPF and its direct corollary, burnt nipples. Enough said.

4) Do remind me that I promised to share the inflatable crocodile. I can get very infantile that way and forget that I should share my toys. Therapy is helping, but I'm not 100% there yet.

5) Don’t forget to take pictures of Jacqui as soon as she steps out of her sarong.

6) yay! all of it.

That’s pretty much all I have to say for myself today. I’m so idle my few brain cells have started to self-destruct, just to have something to do.Thanks for stopping by.