Well......,please excuse me and, my apologies for absence but when there’s absolutely hee-haw happening and it’s seriously difficult to tell one day from the other, there just isn’t the material for a half decent Blog post. A highlight of the day, if not the week is to break all the rules and now long established lockdown habits and walk around the island, THE OTHER WAY!!!! On occasions I’ve even pushed the risk boundaries to the absolute limit by going swimming before an hour has passed since I last ate.

Part of me has been thinking that being tied to the dock for so long, we’re slowly being institutionalised, or possibly, a bit like a Perkins engine, marinised. We’re almost at the point where parting from the dock, and critically, severing the umbilical cord that drives the air conditioner, will be so daunting we’ll just veg here forever.

Which is what we’ve been doing today. It’s now officially monsoon season and this morning’s stair rod rain was an excuse to skip our daily workout class and walk around the island. As the humidity increases, 83% yesterday and, as I can hardly see the back of the cockpit for rain, I’m pretty sure it’s 100% today, we are increasingly inclined to keep the doors firmly shut, put the air-con to Boost, lie back and just read, listen to music, drink tea and try and cut back the video backlog. ( https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCGLk5_FCruHVi_-tO-jbdmA?view_as=subscriber )

Consequently, today we’ve been frittering away the hours although I did make some progress with the next video. While I was tapping away, Spotify was playing in the background and wee Sir Paul came on with Wings and as he sang, the words from Band On The Run struck a chord.....

“Stuck inside these four walls stuck inside forever. Never seeing no one nice again”.

And so, as the thunder crashes and the rain lashes down outside, I’m thinking, “Know what? I hate to not be sailing and partying with our cruising buddies every night, but actually, it’s quite nice”.