Jeudi 26.10.06 Jigs, reels and hornpipes
True to the weekly meteorological pattern of Martinique it rains on my day off. I don’t have anywhere in particular to go or much to do so I don’t mind watching the rain. Plus, after last night’s reminiscent film of all things green, white and gold I’m content with the rain and the coolness. I plan what Irish dances to teach my children. I organise the steps and music to follow.
My room needs a tidy and my washing won’t iron itself in the rain and warmth. I also eat a lot… a lot of cacahuètes to wile away the day and pizza and beer are in order too. There’s a tropical storm a brewing and it’s not long until Thor is clapping at our door. After the torrent comes the sunshine so Nicola and I decide to trek to the shack-shop for sweet stuff. It isn’t open so we head back and indulge on beer instead.
There’s more thunder and lightening to brighten up the sky but we’re undeterred and revel in the majestic yet mysterious midnight motions. We spend the night singing along to cheesy 80’s songs – trying to compete with the nattering from upstairs. All too soon the drink and drowsiness hits us and we’re off to rest our weary, beery heads.
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