Whilst the guests are LOVELY, they leave the day after tomorrow, for a few days and this makes me happy. This makes me want to take a few tequila shots to the eye, it makes me want to jump into the port with my pj's on, to bear hug the old fisherman, to down a litre of beer, to see how far I can throw a roast chicken, to do a hand stand on the aft deck, to do a million happy dances, and other strange, strange things.
Why am I like this? It's so... weird
