It's Friday afternoon, after a good week in the islands. The daily squall is open us, and once it passes over - I've watched it come in over the sea from St Croix - I'm off to take the boys to swim some laps in the Nanny Cay pool, as we worry a bit about their swimming (sploshing in the sea is not equal to a few lengths of crawl & backstroke). One has to work quite hard on the competitive side of things here, it all being a bit laid back (unless it's tennis or sailing). I'm still transitioning to my Dragon Mother persona, though one has to be pretty single-minded here to get even close.
After a quiet weekend last week and 2 exceptionally abstemious weeks, tomorrow is a Big Night Out. Whilst the annual 'Rotary Gala Dinner Dance' may not sound like the height of sophistication, this is apparently the social event of the year - attended by the Great & the Good, including the uncrowned prince of the BVI, Richard Branson.
I've managed to squeeze into a 6 year old dress, borrowed some nail varnish and am having the hair done. What's even more exciting is that it's been held on Scrub Island (although this does mean unfortunately that Tyler gets to do two back-to-back double shifts -7am to 11pm) so we're going to stay overnight on Saturday, and have a nano-weekend break, WITHOUT THE KIDS! Just the very thought of someone else making the beds and cooking the dinner is enough to get me into a complete froth of excitment.
Only other big news is that we have added 4 chicks to our menagerie, got to see the Christmas pantomime (Cinderella) and finally got our Christmas presents sent from Cape Town.
It's half-term on Monday, and we're off with a couple of mums & kids to a little island called Marina Cay, for the day.
I think I may almost be happy.
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