This meant staying two nights in a small hotel in the Lake District, a venue chosen it seems more for its golf course than the convenience of its loca...ion. The directors of the company sponsoring me of course stayed in a top hotel but I shouldn't complain, my hotel was clean and friendly and provided the subject for this blog.On the home front, Anna seems much happier. I sat near her at lunch today and listened in to her thoughts. She'd a notepad alongside her and was working out menus at first. By now the effect of his force exercising was taking its toll on Jones' lungs, "I've ... got ... to ... get ... out ... of ... this ... dammed ... Army!" he panted as ownership was returned to his body.The breakfast was dry muesli with rehydrated powdered milk. Jones tried a spoonful and spat the concoction out. "Any complaints?" A voice said from a speaker."Where's the real food?" Jones spoke up."Stocks are limited and can only be used sparingly; the breakfast you have there is nutritionally. Then I saw Mom.My Mom was naked, standing still with her back to me. One of the two first cops that had arrested us, the tallest one, had her in his arms. His hands roved over her bare back. He had white latex gloves on. He took out a small sample jar and a big cotton swab stick. Looking down over her back to her bare bottom, he reached and skilfully pulled apart one of Mom's quivering white buttocks. I shuddered with shock and disgust as he wiped the swab stick over her bumhole. Her anus. We got out of the cart and as we retrieved our putters from our bags, Sis was beaming that bright smile of hers. “Sorry, brother, but I’m closest to the pin,” she said, looking around and then walking over to her ball.I lined up my putt and thoughts of what the prize was going to be filled my mind briefly as I stood over the ball. I pulled the putter back and with a smooth stroke, sent the white sphere across the manicured green toward the cup. The ball dropped in the hole with a ‘clink,’ I got.