i sailed home last night on the royal dinghy after my secret world tour, which i will tell you about one day.
i was stunned by the welcome on the quayside.

mavis lushbody - the island's only prostitute, and looking quite old for her age (she's 70) - was there, but then she always is.
kev the chauffeur was chatting her up, at least i think that's the right expression.

and that was it.

still the brass band played (ok, it was a scratchy recording of 'knees up mother brown', but it's the thought that counts).

i am now catching up with my piles (of letters) and jazzing round with the hoover (the palace is a tip).
i will grace you with my presence later.

bye for now, and hope you're all well??