I'm back. Whilst the logistics of the return journey were comparatively easy - plane on time, engine didn't fall off : all that kind of thing - the shock to my system of such a sudden transition from summer-heat to the middle of a cold, wet and windy winter has taken its toll. I still occasionally look out of my window expecting to see a pod of passing dolphins and find nothing more than a stray starling trying to peck its way through the icy crust on the bird bath. It would be nice to write that at least Amy is pleased to see us back, but she is in the middle of a major sulk which, experience suggests, will extend for a good week or two yet.
The GLW is back at work and daily I repeat my promise to make a start on unpacking the cases. But the longer I leave this thankless task. the more I am simply tempted to book another holiday so that I can re-brand my delayed unpacking as nothing more than precipitous packing.
Our holiday was an excellent one and one which had an unexpected twist in the tail which occurred after the "Postcards From The Pond" series ended. If you recall, we were heading in the direction of St Lucia but at the last minute a troublesome hurricane caused the ship to be diverted. It was diverted to the island of Dominica which just happens to be the other West Indian island whereI have family members living and - with the help of a little hasty planning - we were able to spend a memorable day with my brother Roger, his wife Denise and their family.
Please bear with me for a few more days whilst I manage to wrap my old routine around me once again. In the meantime, thanks to everyone for their comments on the "Postcards From the Pond" series, I will be getting around to see each and every one of you as soon as I can.