Tom has begun his surfing programme. Eat, sleep, surf. Surf, eat, sleep. I have begun the "pioneer wife" programme, but gave up on the clothes washing as it was too hot in the sun beside the well. As soon as the “pool” is open (high tide in the lagoon), I will be in there, floating away in the tepid water. Tom got barrelled in his first surf, and he is happy to report that all is well in the green room. His life makes perfect sense now it is thoroughly and constantly saturated with saltwater.