We have slept walked through the day casually working our way through the list of jobs while the sun has shone down and we have been kept at just the right temperature by the West Indian wind.  We stayed completely serene for our potter over to get fuel after a soporific lunch.  Bob quietly and politely waited at least 5 minutes while being completely ignored by the boys on the dock before realising that they were actually repairmen and not the fuellers.  When he tracked down said fuellers they declared that they wouldn’t be coming out for at least 30 minutes because they were doing a stock check so we calmly pottered along the dock to admire the pirate ships and sauntered back hoping they might appear at their convenience.  They did.  The trip to the big supermarket  across the lagoon for the big shop went well with a quite astoundingly well behaved Bob staying very cool throughout and not actually chipping in with his usual remark “don’t forget we have to carry all this” until we had actually reached the checkout.  The only problem was that in the serenity of the occasion we dreamily forgot one vital bit of victualling namely the tonic water.  Fortunately remedied with a trip to the local tiny shop, between checking out at Customs, visiting the chandlery (a trip a day keeps Bob’s addiction at bay) and visiting the lovely Samantha.  (Bob was as unhappy about Samantha’s new hairstyle as he is my very short back and sides that Heather the hairdresser has deemed appropriate for a trip to tropical climes).  Bob has been fiddling with things contentedly, filled us with water, the kindles are charged and fuelled with books, and he has deemed the engine neat and tidy and ready to go.  We are therefore now settling down to a smooth and simple gin and tonic, the first of the trip, and looking forward to setting off tomorrow morning heading for Martinique.  We will be performing sea trials as we head North so fingers crossed for that very first spin with Gerry.