Who are the Pastafarians?

It’s been a long haul but we’ve finally made it. Mums decided to move to Clifton to become the uncontested Clifton Matriarch, of which there are no particular privileges, more than being able to throw open her doors to see the ragtaggled man stumble through the hedge and pour him a coffee; that man is your unassuming Count, I’ll be looking after her in her twilight years all things going according to plan. Of which there is no plan.

And here I sit wretched reader amongst the lush greenery of the sublime Akayaka, waiting for the BIM to open to get some sugar and cereal. This time we’ve bought along some different waifs and strays, and safe in the knowledge that their hard earned cash will not be wasted, its a 10/10 from them!! Thats real pressure, suggesting a holiday spot and spending the next 6 months or more hoping they like it, the Jury is definitely in and all reflections are positive.