29 December 2006

The Ginger Ninja has sired. Well he will have in approximately 7 and a half months.This is both fantastic and sad news. Fantastic, as I cant wait to see a Mini Ginger but sad in that it definitively knocks on the head any plans they may have harboured to join us in Jamaica.

Despite my whinging over the last few days there are things that make Jamaica wonderful, and Port Antonio is one of them. I went to work yesterday for the morning (day two of my requested leave) and two and a half hours after I walked out the door, I was full length on a sun-lounger overlooking San San Beach with a Red Stripe in my hand, the aroma of a spicy West Indian curry, prepared by my housekeeper, wafting over occasionally. People can and do pay small fortunes to stay in places like this and I’m sure come away feeling completely satisfied. Whereas it is a quite easy for us “locals” to begin to take it all for granted simply because of it’s accessibility and the low local prices allow us to be frequent visitors.

Today I empathized with my put upon colleagues by conducting a little bit of work on the Blackberry. Far from finding the drag that I thought it would have been, I found it immensely satisfying e-mail some poor unfortunates freezing their nuts off up in New York from the shade of a palm on Frenchman’s cove. Although they could not know where I was e-mailing from, it still allowed me to feel tremendously superior.