1. The rain has gone, the wind has subsided and the pool is warm. Warm enough for a morning dip before breakfast. The waking does not begin until after 8. I lie perfectly still until the young man comes to wakefulness.
2. The cold, the cold sounds awful, sapping the homestayer's energy. How sorry I am to hear of that. I trust the medications are doing their work.
3. Life on the mountain is slow - well as slow as two little boys will allow it to be. We look up, but there is not much to look up to other than the sky and the viewpoint where the coaches appear at 8.30 and we look down, down to the sea and the city of Funchal.
4. We take the bus to the city and wander around. We look at the cruise ships as they bring the tourists in. We taste Madeira wine and we sample the food - meat and chips, fish and chips, omelette and chips. The vegetables do not appear to grow here! However, the bananas, oh the bananas - what flavour what scent.
5. I have introduced them to the Ealing Comedies - The Lady Killers yesterday and we have a request for another one. We while away the time.
6. I am not sure whether I want to go to China, after reading fried eggs and chopsticks. I must make sure I take some antiseptic gel - two in fact.
Again the screen is being requested. Look after the cold or send it elsewhere.
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