7:10am☀️

POETS END?

Up for run and swimming with the fishes.

They didn't seem to friendly this bright morning.

Fish 63.  -"Hey see that guy trying to swim with us? The big fella."

Fish 131.  -"Yeah snorkel face, can't miss him."

Fish 63.  -"Well he ate Bob last night."

Fish 131. -"BOB! With the 347 kids!"

FISH 63  -"No. Other Bob 287 kids."

Fish 131.  -"Ah No, I liked that Bob."

FISH 63.  -"Yeah well so did he!  A bit to much, if you catch my drift."

FISH 131.  -"Think we should tell him about the shark up ahead?"

FISH 63.   -"Nah poetic justice."

8:30am ☀️

Watching long trousers, socks and jackets wheeling bags past our villa.

It's like living in the opposite to a prison camp.

Your dreading getting out.

7:10am