Bach

So it transpired that a certain somebody had failed to read "PM" and no amount of comparing and contrasting the various documentation would allow her to elude her mistake.

So we went to the beach, built a mega-sandcastle and got them to the airport twelve hours later to catch their real flight.

And they were gone.

Leaving me and the dawg.

I'd previously arranged Friday activities... we have a holiday coming up, which is going to involve rugged four-by-fouring, and I don't mean carpentry.

So I'd requested an off-roading lesson from Will and Friday was the day. And off we went on a rainy, misty morning to Mount Mee State Forest where we drove around for six hours up hill and down slippery precipice, half the time scared witless, the other half just scared half-witless.

The trick with the old four-by-fouring is to always leave the car in gear, never release the clutch and let the machine deal with things whilst driving very carefully!

And an amazing machine that ute is. Truly, amazing. It clung ferociously to the ground and even when the ground was too slippery to cling ferociously to, it slid in an apparently intelligent way - that is in the ruts and tracks of the previous nutters.

There was a point, when it started raining and the clay under-wheel became distressingly slippery that my esteemed teacher thought that, as we descended down a ludicrously steep track we might not make it up the other side.

But we did.