Marigot, St Martin, Caribbean (original) (raw)
March 1 1995, 19:00
Mum woke me up by asking me if I wanted to go for a walk. "No," I said; I would rather go to sleep. But I was so thoroughly woken up by then that there was no point in trying to sleep again. So I got up and, when I got over the early-morning bout of grottiness, cooked myself 11 pancakes for breakfast.
Dad got me to scrub the port topsides on the grounds that I wasn't doing anything else (reasonable enough). It took hours and hours; halfway through it I cooked myself another 14 pancakes and ate those too. Having scored a quarter-century, I was not too enthusiastic about supper, which was a stew with tinned meat. Roo thrashed me at backgammon.