An unwanted inheritance...

And, dare I say, another two days of summer weather!

We had inherited a bit of a problem with a drainage pipe at the hotel, this had had a repair done to it by the Lone Ranger who had clearly had it away on his toes when the Indians turned up. 

Talking about this in the bar - as you do - an islander had picked up on this and turned up the next morning saying he woud fix that for us.

Now, this was not a five minute job, it was Sunday, cement and sand were required and also an ten inch grinder with concrete cutting blade fitted, he supplied the cutter and set about removing large chunks of concrete.

I phoned the shop (Don't forget it's Sunday and they are closed)
Can I have a bag of cement please?  No problem! take it from the front of the shop.

The sand was even more surreal to obtain, the Monks are restoring a house here and have a few bags of sand outside.
Ding Dong! ......... could I buy one of your bags of sand?
No........Just take it.
But, seriously, how much do you want for it?
He fixes me with a weary eye and softly says "there is no charge"

The man worked like a trojan and all is now well.

Guess what he said when I asked how much?

Crocus, Croci?...... Who cares when it's sunny!

Island life in a nutshell today.





Until next time.............





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