8 August 2006

8 August 2006
Long hours in an overly air-conditioned office though nothing unexpected so I’ll not complain. The whole reason for my holiday was to prepare me for a month of this. I’ll not see the sun now until September, though maybe I might wangle a way to take Sunday’s off, just to keep the tan topped up. One good thing about the long hours is that the Lady of Leisure won’t be nagging me to give up the cigarettes during such a stressful period. I can inhale with impunity.

Just as well too as I really want to lose a bit of weight and its impossible to do the Otis Redding Diet ™ without fags. – For those who cannot fathom the obscure reference Otis has song called Cigarettes and Coffee.

I arrived home to find the shipment of personal effects had finally arrived, a mere 12 weeks after leaving. They have been in port in Kingston for nearly 3 of those and I cleared customs more than two weeks ago. Pace of life can be somewhat clichéd here. I was pleasantly surprised to find all the wrapping intact and it would appear my belonging have all arrived.

The comfort you can find in simple things. A white plate to eat your dinner off and plain glass to drink from. The rented accommodation is fine but the décor can be a little over-bearing, when the ubiquitous floral pattern extends over the crockery and glassware. I’m sure the corn on the cob last night tasted better last night.

I have saved the pleasure of unpacking and arranging my Cd’s for a future time. Just the knowledge that they had arrived safely was enough for last night. A formal ceremony will be held early Sunday before the arrival of the Observer to change the selection in the Cd player that has seen me through the last few months but of which I am thoroughly bored. The Lady of Leisure made the selection and though she tried to be balanced, included far too much of her music for my liking. Sunday I will rightfully re-assert my dominance over the stereo. Oh my god, I think I have been in Jamaica too long.