Sunday

Well all night the wind howled and I dreamed about Jersey and the wind and the sea.
I woke once because I needed to cough a lot.
And this morning it was worse than ever trying to clear my lungs, while the wind still howled,
But the sea was a bit dissapointing as the tide was ebbing despite the wild wind.

I don't feel well enough to be up, but I have things to do.



And by the way:

Dear Jersey,

I already know you think you are something you are not, but I don't think you need to patrol the ports and airports in case someone wants to blow the teeny self-important island up, you are more likely to get the States chamber blown up by an islander who simply gets sick of the oligarchy and their lawlessness.
By the way, that won't be me.

HG