Panama Palaver

Here I am in sunny Guernsey once again. It is a complete coincidence that I have visited both Jersey and Guernsey in the months of the Panama Papers. Honest, M’Lud. That house in the picture above is one that I pass on my amble to work daily. I want that garden moved to London in its entirety, stat. Having had a crazy time just before I left London, this is a bit of a rest cure quite frankly. In that spirit, I’m posting images of things that are making me smile at the moment. Just to be extra-contrary, I’ve decided to include some posters about the joy of wearing black just as spring is approaching.

Excellent things about Guernsey so far:

• Carol’s crazy story about how her newly-wedded husband pushed her into the Caribbean Sea as a lark straight after their wedding, to the consternation of the terrifyingly stern officiating minister– YOU WILL TAKE THIS MAN AS YOUR LAWFUL HUSBAND…… Pure awesomeness
• Seeing my Guernsey crew again
• Bob’s terrible alleged jokes. They should carry a health warning. Here’s one for you Bob– ‘What do you call a man with a spade in his head?’ ‘Doug’
• A fabulous steak dinner at the Doghouse restaurant with Mona (the Bearnaise sauce is ace) only to be pursued down the road under suspicion of absconding without paying. Excellent: so cool that I can still be suspected of being a blagger
• Monika’s lovely coat which I’m sure she is going to give me–right, Monika?????? Monika?  🙂
• Harriet’s toe-nibbling ferrets. Don’t ask–it’s as bad as you imagine. Trust me

That’s Guernsey for you. A highly recommended antidote to the District line and the stress of London life. Book you trip, NOW, as Carol’s minister pal would say.