Ok so this morning we all got up around 9 ish, by Aphrodite knocking on our doors. Breakfast ends at 10 so we wanted to eat before our hard day at the beach.

We've signed up for the American Breakfast which is $13.50 per day I think.  I've seen a better selection, but it's fine, I mean all you need is some eggs and fruit and your away.

It was actually really nice to sit with everyone and eat first thing. yeah I know can you believe I just said that, I mean I HATE to be around anyone in the morning, as a rule, but I guess because I'm on holiday I'm much nicer in the morning, or so I hope, you'd have to ask my holiday pals.

So after breakfast we promptly raced back to the apartment, slathered lotion on, wrapped sarongs around our bodies and practically ran to the beach. What I love about our beach is that it's actually that, it's OUR beach, literally, we're the only ones there, no one else, it's great, I love it.

So all the loungers were faced towards the sun in one long line, all 8 of us, lying, face up, concentrating hard on those rays. Actually I hate the fact that Professor and Mary Anne look like they've been here for two weeks already, I mean they have fabulous tans, makes me sick, bastards, hate them both.

I commented on Sweat Pant Boys very fab Burberry shorts, very trendy I must say, although they did balloon up as he came out of the water and looked rather funny, don't think he was amused.

After a while myself and Aphrodite decided to take a walk down the beach. To be honest I wanted to find Blanchards Restaurant which is the place that Mel and Robert Blanchard own, which is featured in their book "A Trip To The Beach" that Emi a frined/colleague of Morpheus's very kindly leant me. Basically they are both from Vermont, have vacationed in Anguilla for some years and always dreamed of opening a restaurant there someday. Well guess what? They did. That's basically what the book is about, the trials and tribulations of opening a restuarant in a very uncommercialised island with a very very laid back attitude. It's a great read and so I was DYING to go and eat at their restaurant and also say hello to them.

Where was I? Oh yeah so on we walked, chatting away and taking in the sun. Suddenly Morpheus appeared, he'd jogged down to meet us and was breathless in the midday heat. We did come upon Blanchard's much to my delight and Aphrodite's amusement as I had been GOING ON AND ON about the book and the restaurant.

Unfortunately is was closed but we still took a peek inbetween the shutters. It has a beautiful garden, with little lights that must look adorable at night.  Anyway I made a point of saying that I really wanted to go there and eat, even though I knew that Mary Anne and Aphrodite ha d made reservations for most nights, I hoped that I could persuade the gang to go.

Of course as soon as I got back to our part of the beach I realised that I had burnt myself quite badly at the back of my knees and my chest...dhhhh, I always do it, I'm such an idiot.

However poor Hermes had I think fallen asleep or wasn't really concentrating as he REALLY burnt his back, that's a burnt back wouldn't you agree? poor thing.

This afternoon Carol joined us which was great.  She got the ferry over from St Maarten and I gather it wasn't very nice, in fact I think it was bloody awful.

Noel (the hubby) is getting here on Wednesday, so for the time being she's just got us to keep her company.

Tonight we went to the hotel bar, had a few Rum Punches , delicious and then headed over to Barrel Stay Restaurant which is where Professor had heard good things and wanted to try it out.

Mary Anne had made a reservation but the guy who owned the place, Bob, didn't have it. So after a few movings of chairs and tables he sat us, slightly flummuxed because there were 9 of us. He's from Brooklyn and actually wants to sell the restaurant. I got the impression that he had had enough and just wanted to go off and retire somewhere. Of course this started putting thoughts into Professor's head as I think he could quite easily see himself and Mary Anne running a little restaurant by the beach and living in relative peacefulness from thereon in. Not sure how Mary Anne felt, she went real quiet.

The food was great, I had lobster thermidore which is basically lobster with the insides taken out, then mushed about with seasonings, put back in and then backed. It didn't come out still in the shell, it was in a dish, but was delicious, my dad used to make it for me so that's why I ordered it. Of course Professor thought that this was a stupid dish to order, typical of him to stick his big honk in where it's not wanted but that's him I guess. Him and Hermes had HUGE lobsters and seemed to thoroughly enjoy them

At the restaurant was the cutest little man I've ever seen.  He was the chef and I reckon he was well into his sixties with the whitest beard I've ever seen, what a sweetie he was.

So after dinner we got our favorite cab man Davis to take us back to the villa where we sat for an hour or so and completely took the piss out of each other. I must say Mary Anne does a great impression of me being drunk and sliding along the wall...BITCH!!

What fun...