AFTER being blown around a bit by cyclone Yasi earlier this year, I thought I’d return to Cairns to finish my holiday.
There were a few things I wanted to do that high winds and heavy rain had precluded.
So there I was last week by the pool enjoying the peace and quiet.
The long-suffering Mrs Kendall was up to her usual self, so there was a bit of chatter (Mrs K FM), but nothing a glass of chardonnay couldn’t cope with.
The resort we stayed at had four pools, so plenty of room to splash around.
We had one right outside our unit and from day one the games began.
It had the look of being our private pool and in the style of German tourists everywhere we set out to hog it for privacy.
The first sign of intrusion and there would be scowls.
Towels were draped over loungers in a cotton claim of ownership.
To be honest, it was rather fun... and there were plenty of pools for all.
A lot of our ideas stemmed from the large resorts of Europe where German tourists were famous for laying claim to the best poolside loungers by going out before breakfast and putting their towel and book on a chosen spot.
Now the Kendalls were having their own takeover plan.
Most of it was for the want of silence and peace. The holiday was supposed to provide a break from the excitement of the high paced world of newspaper publishing (No boss, I am talking about me).
Me in my bathers should have been enough of a deterrent, but there were some hardy souls in Cairns last week.
Because of the wonders of child gates, many youngsters glanced through the fence only to be scared away by the miserable scowling couple at the pool.
The plan was working.
By mid week we didn’t even have to be at the pool, all seemed scared to enter the area.
Off we would go for our day out. On our return all was quiet and we could take our rightful place.
Then came the weekend.
A new influx arrived, and a large family was part of the draft.
We were horribly outnumbered, and they had designs on OUR pool.
They had the man and woman power to cover all hours of daylight.
What started as a gentle incursion became a full-scale invasion.
Dad and youngest son were on the 8.30am shift, elder son covered lunch with mum, and the afternoon and early evening was in the hands of the whole family.
Their confidence grew, they had a whole flotilla of pool toys and an amazing collection of towels to hold the loungers in their possession.
The game was lost.
The Kendalls withdrew to the beach, battered and bruised by the defeat.
I made a tactical retreat to a beach-side bar.
All day breakfasts and a happy hour that spanned 3pm to 6pm.
That certainly made me happy by 6pm.
I went back to the unit in darkness and the pool takeover family had retired for the night.
Time to think up a cunning plan...






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