I scraped my knee against some coral whilst out snorkeling.
All I can think of is that B grade famous kiwi – Lara Cockcroft, was it? – who was on Celebrity treasure island in Fiji a few years back. She got a coral cut which got infected, and she had to be medevacced (sp?) back to NZ in septic shock.
Simon is very unsympathetic. He does not approve of these water based shenanigans I get up to. Sometimes I wonder why he agrees to come on beach holidays with me at all?
This morning I went kayaking, and after that I went snorkeling out near the edge of the reef. When I tell him my plans he gets grumpy. He’s worried that if I die it will make him look bad. Mind you, people have been looking at him askance all week because I have an enormous bruise on my upper arm, which I have no memory of acquiring, that looks very suspicious. But anyway, if I went missing, he was always going to be the first object of suspicion, wasn’t he? It’s usually the partner wot dunnit.
Well, I’m sorry he doesn’t like it, but the snorkeling has been amazing, and I don’t regret it (although perhaps ask me again in a few days in case I’m hooked up to life support in ICU. My opinion may change.)
