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Apologies for the long break from writing, but I sometimes find it hard to share and care, given our present exigencies.But it's a Sunday morning and hey, we're all still alive and kicking, James is busy off winning regatta's over in St Thomas and it feels like a cooler morning today with a lovely, gentle breeze wafting onshore.

Trying to remain even vaguely human, let along civilized when the temperatures sore into the mid 30's and the humidity is 100% or close to, is just something I cannot seem to ever get used to: Sellotape doesn't stick, salt dissolves into water and the blood thickens in ones veins. I put aside all my Green credentials and embrace arctic air conditioning with alacrity and basically hide away until it cools down a bit.

The bakery is starting to pick up again after a fairly brutally quiet August and September. This is not an easy market (there is little homogeneity) and we are slowly learning how to respond to it. Apart from LIAT, food is the  topic amongst expats: The lack of it, the condition of it, the price of it, the general inconvenience of it all. Talking about food here is like talking about the weather in England ("chilly today, isn't it?"/"no plain yoghurt again, is there?") and one has to sometimes bite one's tongue and not mutter "it's a friggin island, not Surbiton". 

So we're proud to be part of a growing group of local food producers who are working hard to make a positive difference, but I would be lying if I said it was easy. Somedays it feels harder than hard. Hence no blog and a real desire to forgo reality and spend the entire day on Pinterest.

Homeschooling is also a bit of a misnomer at the moment, as frankly we havn't been home very much lately. We're working all hours to push the bakery into the New Season, and the World's Most Patient Boys are having to lug their books around wherever I may be. They deserve a medal for fortitude and have probably learnt more social and interpersonal skills than sums and spelling, but such is our life for now. All rather too pioneering for this gal, some days.

We also celebrated Georgie's birthday this past week with a Bear Gryll's Survivor party at Rogues Bay with 16 little boys and a couple of dads. I got to stay at home and watch as much Downton Abby as I could manage before falling asleep in front of the TV and the party was deemed a great success.

Anyway no peace for the wicked - it's time to "Spray & Pray" as my dearest friend Billy calls my grumpy Sunday housecleaning sorties. There is a weeks' load of washing to shove into various machines and little boys bathrooms to hose down. I usually feel mildly virtuous after a Domestic Session, but it takes a lot of loud music and quite a bit of swearing to get through it all.

Till next week. Promise.