Monday 3rd December.

7 days to go.

I have forgotten to explain the daily entertainment Tweety and I have provided by the King Sol. As close as we can calculate, there is a device in the Hotel containing all the numbers of the room. They use this device as a Random Room Number Generator. They set the device off, which ever room number comes up wins a gift of the day. Don’t be ridiculous I can hear you say dear reader. However we can not come up with any other explanation as to the arrival and disappearances that occur in our rooms. Let me tell you some of the experiences.

Both Tweety and I have at times had a vase and flower arrangement placed in the room. They may stay for any length of time, I have had some for 1 day, 2 days and 3 weeks before they disappear. The space without flowers is also as random. Sometimes the empty vase stays on the table some times it doesn’t. On one occasion the milk in the room, (UHT longlife milk sits on the bench until opened, then it goes in the fridge) was on the bench when I went to work. When I got back it was gone, the 500ml carton was replaced with a 1 litre carton of UHT whipping cream.

Cooking equipment disappears and reappears with regularity. Some days I have 2 frypans, 2 small saucepans and 2 large saucepans. Other days I have 1 of each. The combination of cutlery and glassware fluctuates too. The best effort however was my front veranda. Went to work all was fine, returned in the evening and I had to balance on 2 beams to get the key in the door and get in. The ground was about 10 feet below the veranda. It was replaced over a few days. Tweety got home to find people removing and replacing his flyscreens. There were no holes in them, they were just being replaced.

I received a new inner spring mattress and a new shower curtain last week, Thursday I think it was. On any day I have between 1 and 7 towels. Now this is not a complaint, just the sequences etc give us something to look forward to. When we both get home we look in all the rooms and cupboards. We then get changed and go to the pool. If either of us have a particularly good find, or loss, we sit there with a stupid smile on our face until the other asks “what did you get?” or “what did you lose?”

Nothing too exciting is happening in the world of Solomon Island politics. Bubbling away beneath the surface no doubt.