Saturday 10th November.

30 days to go.

Well, this is the worst Saturday that I have had since I have been here.

After breakfast, Tweety and I went to the Market and bought some fruit. We then went in to work at around 0930. Pottered about doing the same crap sort of work that needs doing, but you do not want to do it during the normal work day.

Sorting out forms and processes, typing up letters etc etc etc. We have had enough by 1230 and go back to the hotel for lunch. After lunch, I turned on the telly. There in front of my eyes in glorious colour from the New Guinea TV station EM TV, is the cricket. The Test match between Oz and Sri Lanka. I change all my plans for the rest of the day. This took a lot of organising, I placed my book back on the table and my swimmers and towel went back too.

So I sat and watched the cricket. No guilt, no wife to ask if that is all I am going to do, do I not want to go out for a walk, or come shopping, didn't I say I was going to wash the cat or build an Ark this weekend? As the Aussies wrap up the first innings I resume my former plan.

On with the togs and down to the pool for a 30 minute swim and a bit of a relax. Well it is hard work watching the cricket. OK, so maybe not, but it is hard work not reaching for the G & T until 1800! After the cricket has finished I go for a drive, just to get out of the place.

Returning to the King Sol, I make some dinner, have a drink and finish off my book. I then start to read another. I also remember to ring Mrs gotg, I have a very important request, I ask her to record the game between Sunderland and Newcastle. Another day ends in Paradise. I do not know why the Islamic extremists blow themselves up to get to Paradise. It is probably better to send them all to the Solomons. Maybe it is the lack of virgins?