I´ve left the UK. Left the house, the garden and the cats in the capable hands of No 3 son, Tim and Adrienne. No, its not because I earn more than 150,000 pounds a year and have decided to join the emigating herds of high acheivers. Its not even because I can´t any longer stand living in a country run by Gordon Brown. Its just that we fancied a few days golf in the sun - so here I am blogging from the Canaries, between four hours reading/snoozing in the poolside sunshine and nine holes on what looks a very challenging course.
Mind you, if I did earn 150,000K, we would have found a more comfortable way of travelling here from Birmingham yesterday. We were in a Thomas Cook 747, packed to the gunnels. My seat was horribly cramped because the seat in front was broken, and fixed in the recline position and then some. There was sticky tape holding the armrest of the seat across the aisle together. The engines sounded OK though. And the plane was full of children, every single one of them absolutely georgous when at home, but variously upset, hungry, exploratory, bored and highly vocal. Had to just shut down for the four hours it took to reach Fuereventura, a skill I learned when having to sit through some of the debates in the National Assembly. After the week he´s just had, I think our Prime Minister would benefit from joining us - even if the Daily Mail is complimentary all over the hotel.
The Elba Palace is a paradise, an oasis of relaxation in the middle of a golf course of such excellence that the Spanish Open was recently contested here. When I stand on the first tee in a few minutes time, I will imagine Tiger or Sergio blasting off with their obscene graphite drivers. I think I´ll take a 7-iron. Don´t want to flirt with the nest of bunkers half way down the fairway. With the General Election coming up, I´m going to play to stay out of trouble.
Just finished a seriously far fetched book by Michael Crichton, éntitled ´Prey´. Its not exactly written in the style that I´d expect from Prince Charles, but it the same message - don´t mess with nature, especially with nanotechnology, genetic engineering and playing games with microdots. Might take a look at the Island tomorrow, but this little oasis of tranquility will be difficult to leave. Unless Gordon accepts my invitation and does join us that is!