The second to last day of her 30s sees Mrs Fogg acting as a gourmet meal to the local mosquito population. Despite bathing in Deet, the little buggers still managed to make a melon out of her knee, ankle and calf. I can tell you it’s like a scene from a horror movie.
Today we arose at 8am to attend the Yogi for 8.30, only to find they have changed the time to start at 8am, ho hum early breakfast here we come afterall every cloud has a silver lining. We took a slow meander into Castries for a few hours in the high 80s with sweat pouring from every pore, finding any shop with aircon for a welcome respite.
Back just in time for a nice lunch by the sea before a few hours slobbing by the pool and a welcome dip.
Phew this life is just sooo tiring.
Let’s enjoy the people watching again this evening, there is “stick” a girl who resembles Zola Bud on a diet, “hick” who must have drunk every item in the place, can’t stand up straight or still and slurs all the time, “lushes” an Irish couple who bragged about being hammered before the Managers Coctail evening even commenced, “Wife & Slave” where the hubby seems to be wearing a collar, how bizarre and then there’s “Timothy and his mum”, an early thirties guy on holiday with his mummy.
I feel positively normal in comparison (I know I’m not, but hey I can dream).
