| | Hello there. This is my first time in your forum and after reading so superb posts. I think it is time I took the plunge and looked for the best spot to jump in. I will try not to splash too much but knowing my luck I will trip over the sun-lounger, fall headlong towards the bar, only to rebound off a worn bungee cord which has been stretched across from a supporting beam to a directionally challenged Nikau palm. As I sail toward the barbeque table I take a mental note that a salad bowl is strategically placed in the vacinity of my landing area. Having clipped my wing on the plastic bowl, I somehow mange to obtain enough directional stability to turn my fuselage toward the pool for a forced landing. It feels like slow motion as I tumble gracefully into a synchronised swimming routine, sporting a snug fitting bathing cap of creamy coleslaw, delicately laced with frills of grated carrot and beaded with domes of yellow corn. I invert myself into a semi-recovery position which is a half-pike followed by a barrell roll toward the deep end of the pool. I do apologise for the bits of salad which have made their way through the filtration system, however I understand that these things will suck up T-Bone steaks, so with a bit of luck it should sort itself out after an hour or so.
Greetings All
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