Home again, home again, jiggidy jig

Well, by Gob it's hard to excavate the motivation to do this sometimes. I do hope that you're still with us. A wonderful time was had by one and all in Statia. I'll not go into it too deeply right now, but please check out the slideshow in the top right of this ethereal page (hint: click on it & you will be immediately molecularly transported to Monaco).

 Rowan's 6th birthday will be upon us this Saturday and a Birthday Party to be held on the 4th will bring eat, drink and be merriment to our little Cul-De-Sac. 

The party has gotten a bit out of hand in the last few years, 150 (yes, that's right, 150) people showed up last year. You know the story, you can't invite them without inviting those, and on and on it goes, where it stops, no-one knows. It has become, really, a "bring on the spring" festival, complete with rakes of homemade ice cream and hoses & water guns spraying water on those who brought their bathing suits (or their birthday suits, no?).

This, of course if it is not snowing, whereupon less people usually show up (wimps) and we all huddle into our moderately sized living room.

Please stay tuned for a full report with pictures and film.