It has been a successful week for finding lights that match. Once we made the decision that each floor would have different exterior lights the task became easier. We still haven’t got seven lights for the first floor but it shouldn’t be too long now. The upper balcony post lights were a real hassle as I was reluctant to buy the old-fashioned carriage type lights as they all look like funeral urns for ashes. In the end we gave in and bought the plainest and smallest ones we could find.
The inside of the house has changed in appearance now that it has a ceiling in place, albeit with wiring sprouting through where lights will be fixed eventually. The balconies have all their posts in place and the plasterer has skimmed all the floors ready for tiling. The wooden railings should be next on the list, which will be great for me as I will then be able to peer over the edge without fear of falling. We also have doors, lots of them, all with a set of keys, so my task today is to match keys to doors and label them before the bunch becomes too large.

This weekend starts with the World Cup Final and we have our seats booked at the bar. Unfortunately our friendly South African crew have had to take their owners sailing and will not be back until Sunday, so there will be no sport on the day.
Sunday has been put aside for a bonfire. The bamboo that had been used as supports and was to be saved for goodness knows what, has been deemed useless, so Jeff can now burn it. This clearance is in preparation for the mini excavator to come and prepare the ground for the pool and decking area. That will be an exciting time as after the main concreting is done we can get a good idea of how the land will look and start thinking about landscaping.
Our dogwatch started on Thursday. There is one large German shepherd, called Reno and three longhaired Persian cats, Elvis, Morgan and Kiki. Reno is a gentle giant who walks slowly and deliberately using his big snoz to capture the best smells. He puts the fear of god into all the locals as he is so huge but at least I don’t get any wise cracks if I am taking him out alone. He is a big softy who likes his nightly routine of licking his carers face (Jeff), then getting a treat out of the pot next to the bed after which he retires happily to his mat at the end of the bed. The cats are a different matter. Presley is the fearless playful one who likes to join you in bed in the morning. Morgan is a bit of a recluse although has demanded a bit of attention and is very keen on two hourly feeds. Kiki is ancient, set in her ways, grumpy and chooses to pooh in the en suite bathroom of the owners stateroom. She spends most of her sleeping hours in their basin but last night chose to sleep in ours, hampering our bedtime ablutions. We moved to another room rather then incur her wrath! The owners come back on Tuesday, earlier than expected. He had gone to Miami for bowel cancer treatment only to be told he had been misdiagnosed in St Lucia. Great news for him but a bit of a shock to those of us who use or plan to use the hospital services here in the future. Second opinions are obviously a must.
Our rudder bearing has arrived, hurrah; the boat hoist is being refurbished and will not be available for several weeks, boohoo!

Reno and Presley spend a lot of time together and really enjoy each others company.

Kiki in her basin .