Je suis en Martinique!
I was going to post a vaguely long entry, but the AZERTY keyboard in this internet café (which took an hour of wandering around Fort de France to find) makes typing a bit of a pain. Instead I'll type stuff up on my iBook to post when I get home. Brief summary: Air France long haul has bugger all leg room. My (younger) sister's new boyfriend is 30 years older than her. My family are very t00by (we've discussed Blair/Chirac, and my aunt and mother are perving over Johnny Depp). Am staying a literal stone's throw from the beach. The local insect population seen to equate my blood to fine champagne. Much sun and heat. I am le tired.
Have skimmed some of my flist, but won't be reading much until I get home on the 13th.
Have skimmed some of my flist, but won't be reading much until I get home on the 13th.
