Monday was a free day. I went shopping for clothes, presents for Paul and Simon and intended to do a bit of blogging and maybe pop into the Cuckoo's Nest (the way you do). Disaster struck when my phone decided to pack up. Worse still it reformatted itself and lost all my names, addresses, numbers etc. I was hoping to meet Maurice and Lesley that night for dinner and now didn't have their contact details. I also didn't have Paul and Simon's details either where I was due to be spending the next week. Yikes!
Marky to the rescue though. I phoned him and asked him to open up my mailbox/contacts and SMS me the important numbers. To do this I obviously had to give him my password - something I might regret at some later date? :))
Now able to contact Maurice we arranged to have dinner. This meant I had to get a ferry out to the island where he lives. In a rather untypical I jumped on the wrong ferry - twice! I had to retrace my steps before I eventually got on the right boat. D'oh!
Dinner was a delight as ever and it was good to catch up with the boys. Unfortunately the events of that night were a little overshadowed by what was going on in the real world.