I have noticed something, it really doesn’t matter if the weather is gloriously sunny outside and people are walking about in flip-flops and vest tops, or if it’s raining cats and dogs and people are sheltering, huddled in doorways amongst the cigarette butts. There’s no pleasing me. Though, I have realised why! Simple, because I am not in Anguilla. I just have levels of misery, my frowning and sighing have become an art form.
During the beautiful sunny days in London, speaking of which today has been absolutely wonderful, it’s not so bad at all, but it’s still not enough.
I just ache and moan that I am not swimming in the crystal clear Caribbean seas of Sint Maarten Saint Martin, or salivating at the numerous fresh sea food and tangy meat restaurants, or watching the sunsets from the beach at Little Bay, in Anguilla, but I do appreciate the weather today is more than compensating for the fact I am not there. I also have that anxious feeling of don’t waste it – must do something with the day, because it won’t last.
On the other hand, when the days are dismal, cold and dark and the heavens open, and falling raindrops in the form of huge, heavy blobs, pound your head making visibilty from your spectacles non existent, the dream of the Caribbean continues in ernest, but with more desperation.
I frown, sigh and agree, yes, there really is no pleasing me, until I get the ticket, that is!!