Late last night with St.Lucia but a faded memory (good grief this time last week we were having our breakfast on the beach, watching the Caribbean Ocean lapping against the clear golden sands), we almost finished the holiday laundry.

Today yet another normal Friday, up, wash, dress, out work, back home, eat, sleep. But one digresses, having almost completed washing all of our clothes from that there distant memory, I realised what had been missed, the removal of ones passport from my craghopper pants before they had a 40 degree cycle.

Well at least it’s no longer dirty!!!