My Stage is the World

Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practise to deceive

But why is the rum gone?

After jolting awake at 8.30am (a spider crawled across my head) it seemed like a good idea to get up – after all everyone else had been up for a while (crazy kids).

In the daylight, we realised how much land was attached to the house and how big the Atlantic Ocean was (well, as in how far we could see out to sea).
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