We had a fun meal out at Hamilton’s last night with views from the balcony over the harbour so ideal for Bob’s boat watching proclivities.  The only problem was that we all felt like umpa loompas because the chairs were rather low and the table rather high as well as too wide to make conversation very easy.  The chat was flowing as freely as the wine, we had thoroughly enjoyed our delicious dinner and were considering puddings when Francesca interjected a very important point of view just as a gust of wind got under her placemat and blew it straight over her face bringing her pronouncement to an instantly smothered end.  We all laughed so much that our tummies ached and Bob was mopping tears from his eyes. It was just one of those classic moments that will never happen again in a lifetime.

We all slept quite well, but were on our alert for yellow spiders, and rose to yet another gloriously sunny morning.  Katie’s foot didn’t look quite so angry but was still very swollen.  We pottered ashore to undertake the exciting domestic duties of collecting the laundry and emptying the rubbish and were delighted to see that the sleek and magnificent yacht Mondango had moored that morning.  Bob and I left Katie in HotHotHot, resting her foot and wired up to the wi-fi, to call on Mondango to see if we could find Haley, our delightful crew member from last year, who had a super job on this superyacht for her year of work experience as part of her University course.  She leapt from chrome polishing duties in her uniform t-shirt to greet us.  It was so lovely to see her again.  She was off duty in the afternoon so joined us for lunch at Cloggy’s.  It was a good meal when it came, eventually, after an hour, but we were compensated with a free round of drinks which we then had to drink of course.  A very cheerful party, Pop, Stu and Fran then set off to visit Shirley Heights while Katie, Bob and I wandered back via the Medical Centre for a quick look at the puffer fish sized foot.

Because the phones have been so troublesome, and wallet breakingly expensive, Bob has resourcefully turned to walkie talkies, as used at harvest for contact between combine and corn cart.  These have proved extremely useful allowing the touring party to radio through to Captain Bob when transport is required and to the Windy crew from Shirley Heights, which are very high indeed, so that we could pose and wave for the photographs.

All are back on board primping and preening ready for the gala dinner tonight, the last night for Pop, Stu and Katie, and Bob is harrumphing at the amount of water he is being asked to make to keep up with the demand, the amount of fuel being used to power the engine to run the water maker in the absence of Jerry, but on the other hand it seems good policy to charge the sulky, lazy batteries.  It is sad that the family are gradually trickling home but we really have had a fantastic Christmas in the Caribbean.