wahooooo

The guests have GONE, gone gone GONE. I'm outside basking in happiness and the warm Sardinian sun. I have with me an ice cold, home-made green tea drink (I made it yesterday with today in mind), I have my favourite towel,  my five favourite songs on my iPhone (yeah only five), I have the latest edition of Conde Naste Traveller, Food & Travel, Heat, Marie Claire and National Geographic (compliments of the guests), I'm lathered in coconut oil I MADE in the Philippines, I have my new bikini on, I'm reading through my overland itinerary and feeling quite happy with life, which is just as well as yesterday I was completely suicidal, felt absolutely murderous. The deckhand and I had a right old row over burnt, arduously home-made curry paste and unfolded towels, it was EPIC. I got sworn at in Italian, he got shouted at quite severely, it was awesome. We're friends again today, we're going for a swim to the beach this afternoon, he bought me coffee this morning, I donno about you but I think all that means he feels bad 'cause he was WRONG and I was RIGHT. But anyways. We're on HOLIDAY. Well, kind of.