Make party

Life continues to be hot hot hot and my body doesn't seem to be programmed for hot climates. It has come out in peculiar rashes and refuses to sleep for more than a few hours at a time with demanding to be watered. Oh well, it will have to learn or pop or something. At the moment popping seems to be the favoured option my feet are swollen and huge, and not just bigger than anyone else's feet huge, but sideshow bob huge, and my hands feel like I am wearing rubber gloves. Maybe they have secretly sent me to clown island... on top of that i have somehow managed to catch a cold! It must have been the single only piece of coldness on the whole island. Goodness this sounds moany.
Enough about the heat!

I continue to be that talk of the town with my peculiar feeding habits and people are coming up with ever stranger things for me to eat. There has only been one wee stomach churning disaster... the other night the old dairy lady, who seems to be feeding me at the moment, pulled a periwinkle out of it's shell and left the room because a customer came. Not wanting to be rude, I ate it... the whole thing, not just the edible bit, but the bit full of periwinkle poo and mud. So gritty and so gross. I had grit in my mouth all evening.

Next week there is a welcome party for me with the other English teachers. first we have a meeting and I introduce myself then we "go somewhere and make a party" I am intrigued.
Speaking of party making, tidying my house I found a quite considerable stash of alcohol much whiskey and shoyu (fruity white spirits) so I can make my own party anytime. And I just may.

Thanks for the messages! It lovely to hear from you all.

Sylvia, sorry i accidentally deleted you! i am not so good at making this site go.

Mate! (that is ma-te, japanese slang for see you soon, not aussie-style mate)
donna