We Leave On The Tide

My Dear Princess and Dear Friends,

This morning, Caro and Feefs headed to the beach with Tiggydog so they could go for a swim and I could THROW THE BALL THROW THE BAAAAAALLLLLL for Tiggy.

He had so much fun. I love a happy dog and he ran and ran and gambolled through the surf and whipped his tail back and forth and lost his ball and found his ball and lost his ball again and found it again.

See the extras for photos of Caro and Feefs having fun at the beach.

Afterward we stopped off at a coffee shop and then back to Feefs' for coffee and last-morning-in-Papamoa chat. 

"We leave here at noon," said Caro.
"We leave on the tide," said Craig.
"We ride at dawn," said Feefs.

Good grief.

We then got onto the favoured subject of farting. Feefs has apparently not farted in front of Craig during their entire marriage except on three occasions.

"Really?" said Caro. "But you used to be such a farter."

"I know," said Feefs. "I used to fart in front of Sean* all the time," she admitted. "In fact I'd even call him on the mobile phone then hold it to my bum and fart. We thought that was hilarious."

"And then there was the time his bum spoke to me," she said. 

What now?

"He was sitting at the table and he did a fart that went, 'feeeeeeeee!'" she told us. "And I came running into the room because I thought he called me."

And then it was time to go. 

The journey itself was unremarkable so I shall not bore you with the details. Upon our return we were very tired so we ordered delivery dinner and then cracked open the care package from the Princess.

EXTREMELY CHOCOLATELY BISCUITS!! THANK YOU PRINCESS!

So that is the end of Xmas #1. Just so you know, we are planning Xmas #2 right here in Paraparaumu with Joshua, Loulou and Tiger in three days. Expect rudeness. And probably more fart-talk.

S.

* Previous fart-friendly boyfriend.