I have now finished editing all my boat show pictures! Yippee!! And I have them named and sorted. Now come the next part. Updating web pages, and doing blog entries for them. But first, my eye was caught by a few pictures when I was going back looking through the cousins charter from a couple weeks ago, mostly that other people had taken, so I thought I would do one more go around of those for family...
Matt had this little gecko jump on his shoulder up at the Chubb House on Peter and stayed with him the entire time. How unusual, they usually run away from us!
These two are just nice pictures looking by the old boat shed there at Little Harbour...
And I want to know what my cousin Karen exactly thinks she is doing with this little (big) man???
These are all at Sandy Spit..Some just pretty, some romantic and one cousin who is glad as hell to make it to shore!
Bazza and his casting net....
Do I really need a comment with this picture?
great snap of Steele Point at West End...
AND coconut trees!
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I have a slightly embarassing and funny story from yesterday. I have found since I have been hobbling around quite slowly to get around, that people seem to be much ruder. I am used to people saying excuse me and then shoving right by you when you don't move quick enough (ie, when they are trying to come in through the check out aisles at Bobby's) but I have noticed they don't even give me time to turn myself, and get out of the way before they are pushing me. It has been quite irritating.
Yesterday, I went to the new large Riteway. I was hobbling my way in slowly, and i could see one cart just inside the door. I knew the women in front of me going in the door and she had a cart, but had stopped to look at something just inside, so I was waiting for her to move on so I could get at the cart. A women rushed up behind me and rudely pushed me to get the cart, enough though you could clearly see that 1) I was hobbling 2) I was waiting for it.
I saw a bit of red and told her exactly how rude she was, and then my general tiredness, soreness and the frequency of the rude people trying to get by the cripple all piled on me when she gave me on of those enigmatic shrug of the shoulders that said "who cares" as she was taking the cart and I really saw red.
I then started to tell her more loudly exactly how rude she was and I WRESTLED THE CART OUT OF HER HANDS AND WENT AWAY WITH IT. I think she was shocked. Yes, I felt a bit embarassed, but enough was enough! The moral of the story is if you see me going towards a shopping cart in the BVI in the next while, save yourself and stay out of my way!