Naughty boy!

Rosalina tells me off daily for being a "naughty boy" for various quite deserved reasons.

Today we were running an hour or so late, quite happily drinking tea on our balcony, when she bursts through the patio doors cackling "where's that naughty boy today!"

Later when we'd cleaned Lisa's tea off the ceiling and after a few hours round the pool, we revisited Crusoes for more cracked conch (pronounced conk)

Other notable events were the staff taking Lea to the shop (about a mile away) as we were out of fresh water, in a golf buggy! and also the popping of my blister!