Not Another White Sandy Beach
November 6th 2005 Forgive me while I write this, I've had a few glasses of wine. Since Mark and I have lost all sense of time, date and routine, we have had to adopt new ones, like starting the day with a three hour walk in the morning along a white sandy beach and ending the day with a bottle of New Zealand wine. But before this becomes another "wish you were here, life doesn't get much better than this" emails, I
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