Diaryahhhhhh...

It all started with a deep bubbling sensation, bubbling the likes of which I had never experienced before, but I knew then as I lay in bed this morning that it signified the early symptoms of my bowls getting a mind of their own thus prompting me to dash for the bathroom bypassing the plate of breakfast on the dresser table I ordered room service to bring.

Anyhow I think this morning’s ‘session’ was probably to do with the last remnants of that ultra questionable curry house I went to back in London a day before flying down to Dubai.

Right well with all the doo doo talk behind us now I’ll proceed with today’s blog. It’s been a pretty slow day today, just went through a few facts and figures with dad for some project he’s getting involved in. Apart from that its another crappy one where we’ll be invited to a family friend’s house tonight, for some catching up on ‘old times’, basically I’ll be bored for yet another day talking to a 14 year old and his 10 year old sister. Ok I guess that’s all for today our little meeting with the owner of the hotel is about to take place…getting uncomfortable.