im still here

but only just,,,so no trips for us,,,taxis are akward,,and darn expensive,,i have escaped once or twice ,,Costco,with chum Isla,,i know i know not the maldives but a little island of sanity in this troubelsome sea,,and today to marks and spencers the gyle,,big mistake as all these perfect couples,,her in pure white linen trousers,him in nantucket reds,,and the right boat shoes,sunkissed complexions wandering around delicatessen section nonchelantly throwing antispasta into their trollies,,ok its not laguna beach but you get the idea,,more like man at top shop,and her a dash of dove,moisturiser and hint of dare i say it ,,fake tan...and a pair of classic m and s polyster slacks worn a tad so short they could be cropped,,with no not the right boat shoes but a pair of foot gloves,,well it all looked very good to me,,and no not the antipasta,,sure thats not the right spelling,but i digress,,,and yes their trolley was overflowing with cottage pie,,and percy pigs but again they were together,,,but i can hear Isla shaking her head,,we have had this conversation so many times over the years,,there would be no sat excursions for us,,our two colins would never allow that to happen,,no her colin would be off running aother marathon,,or fishing or windsurfing ,,and she would be there with her fortnum and mason hamper,,,and i would be in some field holding a polo stick and some flighty mare as colin galloped up and down,,and we would both love it.........