It is the end of the holiday and what an eventful one it has been. I have sold 7 books, one courtesy of the book data people and probably because of Charles and his newsletter. The others are courtesy of my Marketing Manager who has had a whizz idea for selling copies. She has advertised it in her organization's newsletter in order to raise funds for them as well as sell the book. It is good because from these sales I can now pay her for the work she is doing and there is still enough for the organization to use for charity purposes and there is enough to cover my costs which is fine. At least I have not had to have a bonfire scheduled for the whole lot.
This holiday has been great weather-wise because we were due rain but this never came. So we are at a final resting spot and so am I. I am in the hotel reception because that is where the best wifi reception can be had. I am in a bandage because some young drunk on a motor bike decided to loose control of things whilst I was walking along the road on Sunday. He bumped my leg then ran over my foot. Ah well, it makes you glad that there is a thing called room service and that the room is wonderful except for the view out of the window or balcony. There are wires across the balcony to stop the pesky crows coming in. This by the way has not worked because there was one on the table trying to finish of my fruity breakfast. Ah well, it would only have been thrown out.
The hotel has one lift from the rooms to the reception and the rest is stairs so the restaurant has been visited once in three days. Then I hobbled up and down them. On the way in after the bump I had the indignity of being carried up the front steps by four men and me in a wheelchair. I don't like people waiting on me at the best of times.
Not to worry we go home tomorrow and that will be a palaver with wheel chair and a plane plus a stop at Dubai and then onto another plane for Manchester. There are miles of corridors there so I am hoping not to be hopping along there.
Then it is back to the washing and praying that the sun shines for me because I have not been that bad.
Ah now I have almost run out of time but at least the will to live has returned after a troublesome time connecting to the internet here in Sri Lanka.
That seems to be it for now except for finding a drink and not vino tinto this time due to the need for control of the feet department.
