Ducking of the wench Still at work, last work day of the month and all that but a little break in proceedings. I'm meeting my Mum & Dad later to take them to one of the big flouncy Happy Hours in the city at the Hamilton Princess Hotel. Drinks and canapes on the lawn overlooking the harbour, it is very nice.

My parents have done a fair bit since they arrived 9 days ago, although as most visitors realise getting around the island is not straightforward. There are no rental cars, only Bermudian driving licences are acceptable, the only vehicles that can be rented are scooters and the buses are limited but we have the benefit of living very close to the ferry and as they have found out riding the ferry up and down the island can be very pleasing.

Tomorrow morning I think we'll take a pass on the FA Cup Final, even though out of habit I usually watch it, and drive to St David's and St George's at the eastern point of Bermuda. Apparently at midday in St George's a wench get's routinely ducked for the heinous crime of nagging and gossiping. Only fair.

If my mother gets through that she will join my Dad and other half for dinner tomorrow night at one of my favourite beachside restuarants. Enjoy your weekends whatever you are doing.  ¶ 18:44