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We’re woken by crashing and banging from the empty house across the road. The monkeys are back.  They cross to our side and Anniemay does her best to tell them off with her teacher’s monkey voice (It’s a series of very loud whoop whoops…)  They ignore her.  A big old male sits on the wall and looks at her as if to say’ is that the best you can do?’. 

It’s our last day here.  Our cases are open, waiting to be filled.  Although we brought presents with us, we seem to be taking more back.

Last night we went to a posh French restaurant on a beach a few miles south of where we are now.  It’s the sort of place JohnRH would go to if he were here.  Dan was driving, so no Plastic Jesus worries.  

Tonight Elvis and Yakshi are coming to dinner.  Elvis plays in Varnika’s band and other musician friends join us later, the guitars come out and we sing the night away.

No more words except to say ‘parting is such sweet sorrow”.