Here you go. A Caribbean his and hers special. Katie looks very demure in a Cos silk dress. I look like a dork on the hotel Lion of Judah. You can’t really tell, but I’m nursing a fat lip – some wee beasty nommed a chunk out of my phizog as I slept. I’m getting lots of sympathetic looks from the menfolk in the hotel. I’m telling them that I walked into a door.
Not long until we’re back in Blighty. I was planning on seeing if we’re allowed back in the bar but it’s currently full of flag-waving Americanz (I assume it’s the Superbowl or something to do with healthcare reform).