I dragged my butt out of someone elses bed the next morning to get on the float plane to a little city on the big island, where I was met by my loving parents, whom showered me with the good things parents shower a son with. REAL FOOD! And after the ^%$# I had to eat in the airports it was bliss to have a cup of tea and a piece of two of almond paste loaf followed by mother Snikle's home cooking! Yup, MJ cooked up a storm for her little baby boy, and it was great.
I spent the next day at an ambulance trade show, hence the photo above checking out the competitive landscape and looking for opportunities to create wealth for Judith's family and friends. If you ever wondered, wonder no more, that is what I do for Judith, in a nut shell I spy. I guess you could say I am a secret agent huh!
So after the show in honour of Frank and Rob (AKA Peanut) I hit the Bengal room for a nap, I mean tea and gin, not together of course. Cheers Peanut!
The next day it all came together, happy bliss, when I got on the train to come home to my sweeties loving arms. I am not sure what rates higher, your wife or a ride on a train up the island. Hmm, I guess we may have to leave that one alone forever.
Anyway I could see it was killing Frank inside a little as I left him behind as I found my way to a seat on train. If you don't now Frank, well he has a couple of obsessions. One of them being trains. Of course I gave him a full report post train ride. I must say, trains are by far the best way to travel, and as you can see I am a bit of an authority on the subject this week. In the end Judith was there, all smiles, and we rode off into the sunset on our tandem in search of fresh food.
Life is back to normal. Well until Monday, when I am off again this time to the Okanagan. O ya, and if you are wondering where el presidenta Judith was all week. I would guess either playing tennis, gardening, or riding her mountain bike. Dame that woman is smart. I sure hope I get to be a president someday and send off the "workers" AKA Secret Agents"
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