This I find frustrating. I've not been to Africa. It reminds me of the time I went somewhere close to Germany. I've not been to Germany either.
More positively, I have been to Portstewart. My mum lives there with my stepdad, Derek. Tonight, in the bar queue, I met Margaret. She's from Portstewart. She knows my mum. Derek does her painting. It's nice to get away.
So far, I'm having a difficult time personally. Last night I failed to reach the final of the daddies' dancing competition. The fact that I was placed at the back of the stage behind short-arsed challengers from Spain, Holland, France, Germany and Poland was entirely deliberate (in my opinion).
The previous evening, I lost out in the soap quiz after bequeathing the winning answer (Dynasty) to a lady from Bolton. A kindly act which left my kids feeling unimpressed.
As luck would have it, they appear to be enjoying themselves (despite no drink being taken - Mrs White and I are tough on this).
The highlight thus far was Charlotte appearing on the front cover of Spanish Elle magazine.
It might not be the official version, but I reckon she looks alright.
Anyway, I'd better be off. It's gone midnight and it's time to put the towels down. Did I mention there were Germans in?