Scotsman Robin's an old friend of the Kulas since 1971. Today he works for Adobe Systems in San Jose, California.
Curled up in a cozy bed we wake up to a steady, heavy rain. Rex wants to cancel his golf game today so I drive him down to the clubhouse. The Grand Pooh Bah there is quite put out and presents us with a surly countenance. Fuck him says Rex and I agree – this secretary is pronounced a bloody dickead. Next, the cancellation of bowls for Saturday as the Harris plan to spend the weekend in Surfers Paradise (or as my friend Des calls it Sufferers Palestine)
As the day is dripping we decide watch a film. I bought a DVD of Heavens Burning, staring the young Russel Crowe, a story set in urban and outback Oz. It deals with betrayal, murder and revenge – things that make life worth living. It is loaded with instances of artistic licence (read bullshit) but amusing enough.
With the showers clearing we trudge out to the breakwater at 4PM where the usual anglers are dangling their slack lines in the water.
"scaly provider of protein morsels you will not be coaxed out of your watery abode!"
A soft breaking, closely packed, pillowy surf is running. A few surfers are bobbing up and down with little hope of a ride. This scene may be best described as the interior of a washing machine set on the delicate cycle.
After a most relaxing, unrushed day Ruth cooks up a delicious Spaghetti Bol that we slurp up with some wine. Things get vague and I wake up at 9.30PM to see Rex and Anne sleeping next to me on the couch not watching TV. Ruth is in bed.
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