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Mrs. Monk's Would-be Diary, should have been written by Mrs. Monk, since she is the "Writer" in the family.
However, since she is a writer only in the conceptual sense, I have undertaken to fill these pages on her behalf.
If not by her, these pages will certainly be about her, and other important matters of the day

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Communications and the Photographer posted 23 March 2009

Mrs. Monk is a keen photographer as visitors to these pages will realise, and the spectacular sunsets are an obvious subject to exploit with her new Sony SLR, and any other device that comes to hand, including my phone.

My phone is her chosen means of communication since she cannot use her own in the USA. This is worrying because of her legendary abuse of cell phones which fall out of her pockets with alarming regularity, frequently into toilet bowls. Many such incidents have been recorded on these pages.

When we arrived at the departure lounge to leave for London, I was mindful to switch off my phone as we boarded the plane. I have a small zipped up pocket in my carry on bag where I keep my phone. This was unzipped and the phone was missing.

“I have my phone,” said Mrs. Monk, waving it and taunting me with it. “What have you done with your phone?”

I won’t record the further language used to blame me for the loss of my phone, but when we got home I phoned my phone and discovered it had been  handed in to the Alden Hotel reception and that the phone had been found on the beach.

I was predictably accused, by Mrs Monk of dropping my phone on the beach, but then we discovered the indisputable photographic evidence that rendered Mrs. Monk  conclusively speechless on this subject perhaps for the first time ever.

Given Mrs. Monk’s history of dropping phones into toilets, our phones are provided with straps with which to dangle phones from the neck. I have a green strap. Mrs. Monk has a red strap.

One particular evening Mrs. Monk met a 2 litre bottle of wine like there was no tomorrow. That evening a joyous Mrs. Monk was photographed by me and the telltale green strap was there for all to see, not around her neck where it might have saved my phone, but dangling from her trouser pockets. Subsequent pictures reveal that the phone then went missing, and even the empty bottle was photographed. Colombo could not have done a better job of identifying the guilty party.

To be continued .........


“I have my phone,” said Mrs. Monk, waving it and taunting me

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Girls in Bikinis and Other Wild Life.       posted 21 March 2009

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