We shared an ironing project this morning. This had become rather pressing because we hadn’t done any for the last three weeks.
This afternoon I continued scanning the colour slides from the Barbados trip of May 2004.
Incidentally, one Barbados story celebrating Sam’s epic row is told in ‘Crossword Setters’ Pseudonyms’.
We were staying at the friendly and hospitable Sugar Cane Club, nestling on palm-girt hills above the sea.
the lush hotel grounds
were invaded each evening by thieving green monkeys,
while enormous cane toads lurked in the grasses.
Soon after Sam’s arrival, he, Dixie, and I took a bus to Holetown, where, in a crowded bar we watched, on an overhead screen, a rugby match between England and Wales. I think this must have been a recording of that year’s March Six Nations match which was won by England 31 – 21.
Sir Clive Woodward, England’s knighted coach, appeared on the wavering screen.
Whilst I was writing this post, our Broadband connection disappeared. Three hours were then occupied waiting to be answered, in conversations with two women in India, then in waiting for calls back. Obviously we are back on line now. I won’t bore you with the details.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s classic sausage casserole. new potatoes, cauliflower, and broccoli, followed by Cornish dairy ice cream and jam tart. Jackie drank Hoegaarden, and I drank Lidl Cote du Rhone 2014.