Where are my wetsuits?

This weekend, Pimpmasterjazz and I are going to South Wales, to go camping with some of his friends, and while they surf, I will be attempting to master a bodyboard (and my fears of deep sea water).


Spent the morning over at Mum's - took the whole place apart looking for my old wetsuits - from when I used to go scuba diving quite a lot. We looked everywhere, and I have to conclude that she was right - they are not at her house. Well, that only leaves one question - where ARE they?

A call to D solved that one.

"Any chance I could have left some stuff at your place after I moved out?"

"No, you took everything. Hang on I'll look. Oh. Yes. They are under the bed in the spare room!"


By now of course it is far too late to go all that way to collect them. Sigh! Thought the wetsuits would be useful for the weekend, as its bound to be cold in the water. Never mind - at least I know where they are now!


In my blip, the fuzzy bulldog clip represents the day's tenacious search, which of course proved futile. The rings of the notebook behind it echo this sense of searching, endlessly.



LOL