Bali Boy (Language Advisory)

After two weeks of empty nestdom an immaculate house and an empty fridge, the whirlwind that is my son returned from 2 weeks holiday in Bali. Now you or I might bring back duty free perfume, a few sarongs and perhaps a batik wall hanging or two but no . . my son buys me an ashtray. Not a tasteful little glass number but one shaped inappropriately and one that cannot be put on display anywhere other than here. One that even the Customs Officers, dubbed their 'catch of the day'

For the photo only . . never to be used again!

Now really! I ask you!

Oh but there was other booty! Bumper stickers that nobody would have the courage to display on their car, sarongs (yeh well they were rather nice), rip off fragrance, 4 pairs of sunnies, 4 wallets about a dozen gaudy peaked caps, 2 pairs of jeans, a backpack and travel bag, copious amounts of beer holders (we like our beer cold so they insulate your fingins . . well . . . need I say more. Thank you darling for thinking of me but I'd rather have a 'real' one. There, I said it.