mono-stereo I haven’t Mono, I’m ashamed to admit. The food in the resort is so fucking good, I’m a little disappointed to be heading out tomorrow, but head out we must. Lunch at Jacky O’s and meander around English Harbour (Christ, the missus has been mithering to do that despite every person we speak to saying it’s shit), then off the Shirley Heights from 4pm. It’s cheaper to have a driver all day than it is to have separate cabs, which is absolutely fucking mint.
Cheers for the healthcare info Tim, has to be a consideration - such a brilliant, chilled out place. We went jet skiing and didn’t have the required cash, but the fella went above and beyond and took me miles around the island to get to an ATM and then drove me back - I know it’s an obvious thing for him to do, but it was the chat, he showed me his house and talked about the island, his village and his business ventures - the man was sound and loving life. I couldn’t say the same of the cunt ever got to Teddington.
