NOT FOR THE WEAK STOMACHED READERS

The plan was to go up north with a bunch of friends for a birthday trip today.  But with my back still suffering from a minibus trip a few days ago, I decided my health comes first and joined some other friends for a catamaran jaunt.  I always find the sea invigorating, but I hadn’t had more than a veg shake for breakfast before we toasted with champagne on the yacht and by one began to feel queasy.  I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the usual sea sickness because it was accompanied by all kinds of bathroom difficulties before the quadruple vomit in the galley.

I could not partake in the feast the group shared and went home to sleep it off. Now I am back to normal and if I weigh the beauties against the faults, still come out positive – the view of the shore from Netanya to Jaffa is magnificent and the conversation fascinating, with many important issues raised.  But if I promised to do something for you this weekend, forget it.  I’m out of commission,