Monkey Business

"Sooriously, where the hell are you?" belted out Lamb.

"Im in Adelaide airport darling" I said as I tried to reconcile her excitement with my state.I was completely overwhelmed by the day I'd just had. I'd dealt with the banks by email and phone and maybe we had it under control. I thought I was going to be able to relax.

"Well I am telling you I just looked at the web at "The Vibe" and "The Jungle Juice" and it appears our girls have been up to some sooorious monkey business" Lamb retorted whilst obviously trying not to piss her pants. Lamb was still in Darwin waiting for her plane to take her home.

"Well Lamb I don't give a phlying phark" I said.

Apparently I should as Duke and Leah had been smoking up a storm. The Panzer had been recommended to us as something that could be taken into saltwater. The girls had decided to test it out and drove it to the Gold Coast for some circle work on Main Beach.

I knew I was about to arrive home and see the Tree House in a state that I would not be able to cope with and probably more of the local constabulary on the lookout for us. I had 3 hrs to kill on a plane home before the girls picked Lamb and I up together in the Post Van.

I was thinking I'd pack away my laptop, get stuck into the G and T and start planning the next jungle adventure. It was too much to let these girls into civilisation too often.

We had to get busy again, take on another mission and get ourselves occupied. Too much spare time sends these girls crackers. And for shits sake, I'm the one who's supposed to be mental.

Anyway hello woman in uniform- you can be my air mistress for the next 3 hrs. One Gin and Tonic with extra ice please. Ive got a big job to do when I get home.

See you soon girls.

Luke

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