Mike Jones
<font color=993300>....nothing clever to say... ju
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What a Carry On! Part 7 Saturday 23rd August 2008
Youll probably realise by now that Amanda and I dont lie-in much we are up and about at 5.00am at home, walking the dog and getting a gym sesh in before school runs and work, and so far this holiday weve been rising by 6.00 or 6.30 at the latest.
Well, I set a new record today, when I open my eyes to daylight (hey, sunny daylight at that!) and, peering at my watch, note that it is 8.30!
Theres no sign of Amanda, and I try to piece together the events of last night. I am quite worried by the fact that I have absolutely no recollection of the last part of the evening and absolutely no idea how we got home! Worse, I am convinced that I left my credit card at Jellyrolls.
Im not hungover as such we tend to drink plenty of water during and after a night out but I am a bit wobbly. I go downstairs to find everyone up and dressed, and make coffee to drink on the lanai with the adults.
Were too late for the planned waterpark, and to be honest, I need an hour or so to recover. Telling Amanda of my worries about the credit card, she produces it, with the check for $200, and, confusingly, $200 cash that we didnt have when we went out. We presume that Maggie and Julie have both (drunkenly) paid us $100 each for their share!
Everyone seems fairly happy to have a more relaxed start to the day, which I am relieved at, and we discuss options for the rest of it. I suggest doing Boggy Creek Airboats. On a previous trip in 2003 my kids, parents and I visited the site at East Lake, so this time we choose the larger lake at Southport Park.
Showers and breakfast are disposed of, and we set off in lovely, hot sunshine, at 10.50.
Southport Park is at the bottom of Ponciana Boulevard, 19 miles from its junction with the 192 between markers 10 and 11. Traffic is light ..
and we arrive at 11.40. I park up on the dusty lot to the side of the main buildings, overlooking a huge, blue lake.
As we exit the car, I feel stinging on my sandaled feet and look down in horror to see that I am standing on a nest of fire ants!
The little swines are biting me for Florida, and I brush them all off as quickly as I can my feet are marked by angry red blisters in a dozen or more places and sting like hell!
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What a Carry On! Part 7 Saturday 23rd August 2008
Youll probably realise by now that Amanda and I dont lie-in much we are up and about at 5.00am at home, walking the dog and getting a gym sesh in before school runs and work, and so far this holiday weve been rising by 6.00 or 6.30 at the latest.
Well, I set a new record today, when I open my eyes to daylight (hey, sunny daylight at that!) and, peering at my watch, note that it is 8.30!
Theres no sign of Amanda, and I try to piece together the events of last night. I am quite worried by the fact that I have absolutely no recollection of the last part of the evening and absolutely no idea how we got home! Worse, I am convinced that I left my credit card at Jellyrolls.
Im not hungover as such we tend to drink plenty of water during and after a night out but I am a bit wobbly. I go downstairs to find everyone up and dressed, and make coffee to drink on the lanai with the adults.
Were too late for the planned waterpark, and to be honest, I need an hour or so to recover. Telling Amanda of my worries about the credit card, she produces it, with the check for $200, and, confusingly, $200 cash that we didnt have when we went out. We presume that Maggie and Julie have both (drunkenly) paid us $100 each for their share!
Everyone seems fairly happy to have a more relaxed start to the day, which I am relieved at, and we discuss options for the rest of it. I suggest doing Boggy Creek Airboats. On a previous trip in 2003 my kids, parents and I visited the site at East Lake, so this time we choose the larger lake at Southport Park.
Showers and breakfast are disposed of, and we set off in lovely, hot sunshine, at 10.50.
Southport Park is at the bottom of Ponciana Boulevard, 19 miles from its junction with the 192 between markers 10 and 11. Traffic is light ..

and we arrive at 11.40. I park up on the dusty lot to the side of the main buildings, overlooking a huge, blue lake.


As we exit the car, I feel stinging on my sandaled feet and look down in horror to see that I am standing on a nest of fire ants!

The little swines are biting me for Florida, and I brush them all off as quickly as I can my feet are marked by angry red blisters in a dozen or more places and sting like hell!