On our way there we bumped into Carol and Tom who had just been and were heading back to get their towels etc to return. Not sure why they hadn't brought them with them but whatever. Anyway Aprhodite asks them to bring her stuff as well as they are going to stay.

I, on the other hand didn't want to stay because today is Dolphin day so I wanted to be at our hotel poolside waiting in anticipation of meeting the cutie dolphins.

Cap Juluca is amazing, I mean it's vast and posh with big huge private villas that you can rent if your like mega-rich, you celebrity kind of rich, or maybe just Trump kind of rich, I don't just fucking stinking rich. It costs thousands of dollars to rent one of these villas, how do I know? Because Aphrodite got some guy from the hotel to come down and talk to her about rates etc. HELLOOO who was she kidding???

The beach is beautiful I mean it was so calm on this the caribbean side of the island compared to the choppiness of our side, but hey I like our side.  . Ok and just to confirm no I'm not expecting it's just that top was clinging (due to wind) against my rather large tummy, listen I'm on holiday and I'm gonna eat like a bastard ok.

Actually we're due to eat here one night so as long as I don't get any more hideous red tan lines, then I should be able to wear my lovely swishy carmen like dress that Morpheus hates but I love.

Now don't you think this is a nice natural picture of Hermes and Aphrodite?  I don't think Aphrodite liked the au-naturel pic but I do, it's cute.

So myself and Morpheus headed back to our resort where we found Professor and Mary Anne lazing by the pool, which is a little bit cold to be honest but delightful after the intense heat.

So around 1:30 we walked over to the Dolphin centre where we met Isla and Al the two dolphins that we were going to hang with. Unfortunately there were other people there aswell, I guess I was kind of hoping that it would just be the 4 of us swimming with them but clearly that wasn't to be. By the way all the pictures of us and the dolphins were kindly taken by Aphrodite, so if you don't like them then blame her.

The four of us had Isla the girl dolphin who was so sweet and gentle, just adorable. I must say though she wasn't as developed as the dolphins we met in Mexico who literally swam up to you and DEMANDED to be petted, she was very shy and you could only touch her in places that the trainer told you to.  We had fun, we got to feed them and pet them underwater, it was a cool experience and definitely one that I recommend to anyone. They're biggest danger is us stupid humans so the next time your on the beach don't be throwing any garbage bags, wrappers, general crap into the sea, because it can kill them.

OK lecture finished.

So after our jaunty dolphin visit we walked back to the hotel and sat around the pool for the rest of the afternoon. We'd normally choose to sit on the beach but it was way too windy, so the pool was chosen.

Myself, Aprhodite and Mary Anne just gossiped all afternoon and hardly read our books which was great, nothing better than a good gossip, except when nosey husbands stick their honks in with THEIR opinions. HELLOOO, didn't ask so shut it.

So tonight was my favorite night of the whole holiday, yes it was Blanchard's night and what a night it was.

The restaurant is just how I imagined it, just beautiful and very elegant. Lovely blue shutters and white walls with Jesse's artwork (their son) all over the walls. Apparently that's his main income now I think.

So like the book said there was Robert Blanchard making the rounds and happily mingling with all the guests. I knew he'd eventually come to our table and to be honest I was really nervous. As soon as he did he walked over to Professor because he was holding the wine menu, anyway before he even began to speak Aphrodite spoke up and asked to please talk to moi because I was a fan of the book etc. Of course any time I meet celebs or even kind of celebs in my mind, I lose it completely and this was no exception, I just babbled on like a fucking idiot. He was lovely and I actually bought to more books that him and Mel signed, one for me and the other for Emi and Morgan Stanley.

The food was delicious, can't remember what I had but I know it was divine, oh that's righty I had filet mignon tuna which was great. So at one point I came out of the bathroom and there she was the main writer and chef of Blanchard's, Mel Blanchard herself. I really lost it this time and nearly hugged her I was so happy. I told her that I'd noticed she made Clinton Davis her sous chef which was remarkable as he had been with them from the beginning and had only been like a chopper or dishwasher I think. Of course Mel clearly realised then that yes I had in fact read the book and was a fan, so the next thing she invited me to come back into the kitchen. I couldn't believe it, I was so flattered. So she took me back and just like the book, everyone was there, Ozzie the dancing dishwash guy, plus many others that I can't remember now but all of whom had been mentioned in the book and had been with Blanchards from the start. They all shook my hand and me and Mel chatted for a while before I returned to my table completely hysterical like a child.

I had read her recipe for the Bread Pudding with Apricots in her book so I promptly ordered that, OH MY GOD, this was the best dessert I have EVER tasted in my life. I mean it literally was orgasmic, I couldn't get enough of it and like Nigella Lawson does I was shovelling great big fork fulls of it down my gob, much to the disgust of Morpheus. Actually come to think of it I was supposed to be sharing my dessert with the others, oh well, never mind.

Unfortunately I didn't have my camera with me so there's no pics of the Blanchards or they're restaurant which is a real bummer.

So after our delicious meal myself, Tex Man and Mary Anne walked to Moulihana Hotel for late drinks and the rest got a lift with Professor. Of course I fell on a speed bump like an idiot, wouldn't mind but I wasn't even tiddly. The bar area of Moulihana is fabulous, thick seated couches with tons of thrown pillows scattered everywhere, it gives it a slight moroccan feel but also there's a dash of African feel to it as well. It was great and we all sat and discussed our meal and gossiped about various people etc. Leaving was when the real treat happened and this time I was annoyed that I'd forgotten my much loved digital camera. You see instead of going before we left or holding onto until we got back to the Villa, Sweat Pant Boy took it upon himself to pee up against a beautiful palm tree, it was hysterical and I think he thought he could do it real quick without us seeing...yeah right honey, whatever. It was very funny and I apologise that I have no pictures of the event.

He's going kill me for putting that on.

A great day and a great night had by all.