Up early today for a swim before brekko then off to a little bay by boat for some snorkelling. All the usual suspects are down there - no not Jan and Pete Broon but parrot fish, sergeant major fish, a big hump headed wrasse and some nice soft corals but rubbish visibility which means we won't bother diving here.
A game of tennis late afternoon comfirms me as the worst player, so our "game" is abondoned in favour of plain old bat and ball. Meldrew of course is briliant and books a tennis lesson for tomorrow to improve on his already great game. Obviously this had made Ebony the tennis coach's day as she clearly fancies the man in the black socks and brown trainers.
Normally we don't talk about our dinners but Dave has been persuaded by the waitress to have the 730g lobster cooked in soy, chilli and lime at the very nice Oriental Restaurant (cue the second outing for our wedding togs). Everything we have is delicious and when our bill arrives I nearly fall off my chair to see that Dave's lobster rocks in at a massive 170 Australian dollars. Flip me, that's 70 quid. Lucky then that our three course dinners are included in our room rate - result, get in!
Mr Smith retires happy knowing that he has well and truly got his money's worth. We watch another episode of The Sopranos and are left gobsmacked - they really are a nasty bunch.
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Bloody hell you guys have scored! Greetings from the beating heart of the Tasmanian Bureaucracy. Have another lobster for me!
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