Eventually everything was found and crammed into a couple of bags and transported over land and sea and a bit more of both to the little island of Nevis in the sunny Caribbean.
I arrived in a whirl and a flourish at a bar in town. I eventually was dragged out of the bar and up the mountain to my hotel where I have been ever since recovering from a hangover - very deserved. I have met up with loads of old friends and sold a few small paintings.
Last night I was at a live music thing at the other end of the island. It went on til late and I was bursting to go home as I was horribly tired and off the booze. I ended up drinking a glass of wine and staying til the small hours. I was giving my friend, Selling Glinnis, a lift home so had to wait for her to finish enjoying herself. I don't like driving at night here but with a passenger it is all much easier. Selling Glinnis has sold loads of paintings for me so it is worth keeping her sweet.
I was supposed to go out tonight to yet another bar but I fell asleep. I know sleep is for sissies but tonight I will happily be the drippiest weed in the world. I need some kip. I will probably go straight back to British time instead of beating jet lag but tonight will be an early one. And so to bed .... Chirrup, screech, bray, croak ... the sounds of the tropics.
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