[click] June 27. I am breakfasting at the Four Seasons. Last night did not go as planned. The breakfast is admittedly excellent here, but I was hoping for some home cooking. Ann is actually quite angry with me. She thinks I've been keeping things from her and plotting to take Stoney Grove for myself. Somehow she had the damn emails, which do look a bit bad out of context. I bet Doug Wood is to blame. Fortunately the taxi driver waited last night. He somehow seemed to have expected the reception, and he took me to the Four Seasons hotel where I stayed before. Ann hates me, but I am breakfasting, shaded by palms and overlooking a long white beach with the waves gently lapping the shore. Across the water I can see the island of St. Kitts, and in the hazy sky the distant peaks of two more islands. I just need to explain a few things to her. It'll be cool. [click]

[click] Found the bar on the beach from my last trip. Very nice man, pay later, pay later. He was the pay later man. There’s no such thing as an English drink with fruit, but I had a cornucopia of tropical flavours this afternoon. I mean you have to experiment, don't you? Must go and see Ann again, but I think I got a bit of the sun as I feel a bit woozy. Rest for a minute, then I'll go. [click]

[click] Bugger, it's dark outside. Actually that's good since when I put on a light it hurt my eyes. I’ll go see Ann tomorrow, let her cool off. They're playing Lady in Red on the tin drums outside, goodness knows what they're playing inside my head. [click]