Whilst Rob is away, you can keep yourself entertained with this puzzle. Mathematicians, please come out of the woodwork and tell me how 64 can = 65? Or is it an illusion?

Current temperature 28c, dropping to 23c at night.

Wind: 14mph, south easterly
Pressure: 1017
Humidity: 78

Rob: make sure you put suncream on your hairless head!

Just got up, and found this message on my mobile from last night:

“Ah bliss! Sitting on balcony overlooking Magaluf Bay. Very hot but got a lovely sea breeze! Our plane was delayed 3 hours, so didn’t get here until after 11. Sigh. Hope you’re not missing me too much and thought I’d rub your nose in it! ”

[txt msg eng chgd].

Well it looks like he’s at his apartment, and I wonder if he sent that message to 50 other friends, just to rub their nose in it too.

Methinks this calls for payback via blog. Should I change the background colour to shocking pink, with lime green font? What about some stories about Rob?

Well Rob has buggered off on hols, leaving this blog in what he thinks are capable hands. Gawd, he really does live his life as an illusion doesn’t he? I could sit in residence here for the next couple of weeks, and come up with some quite evil-minded posts for his friends!

Maybe I should sign into his account, he rather stupidly gave me the password you see, and have a play around with the templates while I’m at it too.

Suggestions for practical jokes, or evil posts: feel free to use the comment box.

Robert Brian [oh I am enjoying this] flies from Gatwick at 3pm. He tells me that he won’t get excited til he gets to the apartment, because of ‘all the travelling’. Any saner person would start lapping it up at the airport bar, and drink their way through the flight. Well it is only Europe after all, and I’m told by his truly ‘I’ve done 13 hour flights before’, so what the hell is he complaining about? (Again).