Good morning or should I say afternoon. I am not really sure which becasue it still feels like my morning but the clock is telling me other wise.
Where does the time go.
It's taken me this long to get myself out of bed and I still haven't had my shower or put any clothes on. It feels as though by the time I get around to it all it will be time to go to bed. These are the thoughts that often take up my day, which often means that I don't bother to get dressed at all, well what's the point if I am soon going to bed? This is definitley not my mindset (I'm such a dynamic woman). It's one I seem to have acquired from mr lupus who really will use any weapon at his disposal to prevent me from moving forward and triumphing.
So today even though it may be a rather late time to be starting the day I am going to have a shower, get dressed and go out.
I do hope you will join me!
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Have Crutches will Travel!
Hi Guys,
It’s been 20 days since my feet last graced the shores of London and so much has happened along the way to remind me about the colour and vibrancy of my life which I can reassure you is still ‘colourful’ and what’s more, I can also testify that my God has a sense of humour, it’s just that some of his one liners well let’s just say they are not leaving me rolling about in the isles, but that’s another story.
Alistair Cooke did ‘Letter from America’ so I guess this is ‘Carole’s Letter from the Sun’. So what has happened since you last heard from me? well, I’m now in my third country and one of those countries I have been to twice which is no mean feat when you’re traveling with two suitcases, a laptop and on crutches (I really must learn to pack lighter and with stuff that is actually useful).
First stop Barbados for my cousin’s wedding which was a beautiful occasion but not without it’s dramas where else but the Caribbean would a bride and her entourage have a police escort because they are (through no fault of their own) late? Then the lights at the reception went out only to be replaced (temporarily) by car headlights. But inspite of it all there is something about the Caribbean that really is built for romance (and I want me some!)
Next stop Antigua for a week in a villa at Jolly Harbour, I was born to be in the sun and within earshot of water (and that really is sticking two fingers up to mr lupus). I tried my hand at fishing. I’m sure I’m a natural, only thing was the fish seemed to know better than take the bait which incidentally was made from fried dumpling made from all purpose flour, I’m not so sure about all purpose flour and apparently neither are the fish!
Then it was back to Barbados for a few days to snorkel and swim with the turtles. I think Barbados is beginning to grow on me, although I’m still not too sure about the accent.
Now I am in Jamaica to stay with my friend Yvonne who once came to Jamaica for a six week holiday and ended up with a four week honeymoon (they were married for 10 years!) having met the man at a bus stop. I told you the Caribbean was about romance. I will have to tell you later about my arrival in Jamaica, it was such an ‘amazing experience!’ that to gloss over it here would really not give you the benefit of its full flavour; but to whet you appetite do I look like a terrorist? Or better still what would a terrorist be doing in Jamaica?
Anyway back to Yvonne, her mother died a few days ago in London and is being buried in Jamaica. Having trodden this road before I am now the bereavement expert in the relationship (which we all know is interesting to say the least) and having successfully avoided funerals for the last 11 years one is coming to me (there are obviously lessons to learnt here!)
But I do have my own apartment across the road from the beach, with Anancy and her friends (the dogs) as my body guards, two goats and chickens in the yard ( I think I am fast becoming a vegetarian) but as they say in this part of the world ‘Irie Mon, no problem!’
Talk soon
Carole
It’s been 20 days since my feet last graced the shores of London and so much has happened along the way to remind me about the colour and vibrancy of my life which I can reassure you is still ‘colourful’ and what’s more, I can also testify that my God has a sense of humour, it’s just that some of his one liners well let’s just say they are not leaving me rolling about in the isles, but that’s another story.
Alistair Cooke did ‘Letter from America’ so I guess this is ‘Carole’s Letter from the Sun’. So what has happened since you last heard from me? well, I’m now in my third country and one of those countries I have been to twice which is no mean feat when you’re traveling with two suitcases, a laptop and on crutches (I really must learn to pack lighter and with stuff that is actually useful).
First stop Barbados for my cousin’s wedding which was a beautiful occasion but not without it’s dramas where else but the Caribbean would a bride and her entourage have a police escort because they are (through no fault of their own) late? Then the lights at the reception went out only to be replaced (temporarily) by car headlights. But inspite of it all there is something about the Caribbean that really is built for romance (and I want me some!)
Next stop Antigua for a week in a villa at Jolly Harbour, I was born to be in the sun and within earshot of water (and that really is sticking two fingers up to mr lupus). I tried my hand at fishing. I’m sure I’m a natural, only thing was the fish seemed to know better than take the bait which incidentally was made from fried dumpling made from all purpose flour, I’m not so sure about all purpose flour and apparently neither are the fish!
Then it was back to Barbados for a few days to snorkel and swim with the turtles. I think Barbados is beginning to grow on me, although I’m still not too sure about the accent.
Now I am in Jamaica to stay with my friend Yvonne who once came to Jamaica for a six week holiday and ended up with a four week honeymoon (they were married for 10 years!) having met the man at a bus stop. I told you the Caribbean was about romance. I will have to tell you later about my arrival in Jamaica, it was such an ‘amazing experience!’ that to gloss over it here would really not give you the benefit of its full flavour; but to whet you appetite do I look like a terrorist? Or better still what would a terrorist be doing in Jamaica?
Anyway back to Yvonne, her mother died a few days ago in London and is being buried in Jamaica. Having trodden this road before I am now the bereavement expert in the relationship (which we all know is interesting to say the least) and having successfully avoided funerals for the last 11 years one is coming to me (there are obviously lessons to learnt here!)
But I do have my own apartment across the road from the beach, with Anancy and her friends (the dogs) as my body guards, two goats and chickens in the yard ( I think I am fast becoming a vegetarian) but as they say in this part of the world ‘Irie Mon, no problem!’
Talk soon
Carole
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