Thursday, June 15, 2006

The Brown, Brown Grass Of Home

It's the wee small hours here in the Caribbean, and, as is traditional, I've had to get out of bed to do a small wee.

I made the mistake of turning on the radio, and listening to my replacement, and now I'm so cross I can't get back to sleep. With all this talk of the rainy season approaching, accompanied by a plague of mosquitoes, then the hurricane season, even Margate's taking on an air of Shangri-La.

And there's nothing like a tiny island to bring out the know-all tendencies in some people. At least in Thanet I could drown my sorrows with a decent cup of tea.

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