So I have the place to myself again, Precious and Morpheus left this morning for the 7:40am ferry back to the mainland.  I continued to sleep until 10:30 and woke to not such a nice day.  So I called Harry about the fridge and Bartley about the bathroom toilet.  They all came at once which was funny, the fridge man winged and moaned about all the new fridges on the island and how everyone complains when they break down....yeah, hello what are they going to do...cheer?  Bartley's right hand man was a big wide man with not too many teeth left, he was nice enough but I got the impression he was a bit short of a few light bulbs.  Anyhow he was explaining about the toilet blockage problem, which to be honest I could of done without hearing about, apparently it's out back within the pipes, thank god they can fix it.  He found it amusing that I was English and asked if I was here on vacation?  This seemed a bizarre question to me, because if  was on vacation from England, I really don't think I would be choosing Fire Island as my hot spot....whatever.  So then he started to tell me how when he fixes the bathroom drains and pipes around various houses on Fire Island that he always uses their outside showers and their various soaps and shampoos etc.  Now this shouldn't really be a problem as it must get a bit nasty in his profession, but the thought of him using our outside shower after he's shoved his hand throw our sewage pipes completely grossed me out, especially as I have my own squishy net thing to wash myself with and he's probably going to use it, or in fact has already used it.  Time for the net to be ceremonially burned me thinks.......

I eventually went for a run on the beach around midday, completely alone with my thoughts....brilliant!.

I'll be leaving shortly for my ferry, I've decided that the next time I come out, I WILL come out a few days earlier and relish the peace I have by myself.  Enough of the feeling uneasy being by myself, that's bullshit, and it only happens at night when I'm feeling vunerable.  Jesus I'm a grown up, maybe I should start acting like one.  By the way if you need to check out the ferry's for Fire Island then go into fireislandferries.com

Be back later this afternoon......

This is what I found in the mail from my mate Jill back in England:

A man preoccupied by his skin who believed that it was too 'loose'.  He used a staple gun on both sides of his face to try to keep his skin taut.  The staples fell out after 10 minutes and he narrowly missed damaging his facial nerve.

A woman preoccupied by her skin and the shape of her face.  She filed down her teeth in order to alter the appearance of her jaw-line.

A man who was preoccupied with the appearance of his chin deliberately cycled into the back of a lorry in an attempt to fracture his jaw so that it could be reset in a way that he wanted.  At the last moment, he decided agains the plan, dropped his head, cut his forhead and fractured his skull.

A man preoccupied by his facial skin said he had used sandpaper as a form of dermabrasion to remove scars and to lighten his skin.

A man who was preoccupied by redness on his skin repeatedly exsanguinated himself by a syringe and needle or when he was accepted, by going to blood transfusion clinics to 'make himself look paler'.

A woman who was preoccupied by the ugliness of multiple areas of her body who desired liposuction but could not afford it, used a knife to cut her thighs and attempted to squeeze out the fat.

So for those of you out there that may be having "preoccupations" with some part of your body, just remind yourself to read this page each time you want to do something REALLY FUCKING STUPID!!.....