iiiiiit's mah birthday

This birthday, like the last, has been a bit strange. Being in a foreign country, on an island where you know NOBODY doesn't exactly LEND itself to masses of birthday festivities. NOT a single birthday treat, do you KNOW how hard that is for me? Doooo you know? No you don't. I'm just joking. I did have the option of spending today with the deckhand and his new lover (haaate) who can't speak English and is apparently jealous of me, she thinks i'm gon' steal her maaan (Jeeerry!! Jerrrrry!! Jeeeeerry!!). She doesn't hide it very well,  l can't blame her, but don't hate me cos you ain't me, sista. I'm joking, really. Anyways, I passed on that wonderful opportunity and decided to go off in the speed boat again to my little beach. I packed a few yummy things for lunch, lots of water, lots of suncream, my book and my magazines and spent the day anchored off the pretty beach, I went snorkeling and swimming and I've changed about three shades in colour (miracle tanning oil). I got back and made the most delicious thing I've ever made, picture this; a dark chocolate pastry base, filled with white chocolate, cream, and mascarpone, topped with fresh raspberries. I know, iiiii KNOW right.  Stay tuned for a picture. I ended up eating most of the filling and am now lying comatose on my bed (shurrup it's my birthday). The deckhand and HER have asked me to join them for dinner, they're going to some famous Sardinian restaurant for roast suckling pig and other delicious delicacies (suckling pig? Does that mean a lil baby pig? I don't think I want that).  She was just WILLING me to say no thanks with her eyes, so I said oh AWESOME, what time. We're off at nine. Ain't nothing like being the only English speaking third wheel on your birthday, yay!