Boris has “Scrooged” my Christmas!
Three years in the planning and so close to fruition, my Bahamian Holiday plans have been set asunder. Boris Johnson has stopped travel to and from the UK. My children and grandchildren from the UK will miss this Christmas with the entire family and we will miss them.
I am terribly saddened but not forlorn.
Bahamians wisely have a strict COVID policy to which we are faithfully adhering. We all want to be safe. I know that the rest of the family will be with us at Kamalame Cay, sorely missing the London Wagners but ready to enjoy the season.
On another note:
Just before Thanksgiving this year, Denny managed to fall into an open hatch on Dream Seeker. Consequently, he has been wearing a black boot from toe to knee to immobilize his two hairline fractures of the tibia. He was told to rest with his foot in the air but this never happened.
The boot is slowly disintegrating. Bits and pieces of it can be found in and around the boat. Large black rubber marks are his stamp of approval and a sore hip is an outcome of legs that are two different heights.
The boot is to be worn for six weeks but it will never hold up that long. It has traveled too far, from the mud covered fields, through the murky waters and into the the dregs of the bilge.