I have been strangely absent from the computer over the last few weeks. I haven't felt inclined to bore you with more pictures of my weekly work bonuses in their many fishy forms, or overwhelm you with stories of life on the pier. Although somethings could be worth mentioning like the other afternoon when Isabella Rossillini walked past or taking part in various waterbomb fights between the different boat companies, I have generally been far too knackered to even contemplate turning the computer on at the end of the day and writing it all down.
So now I am sitting in my little cabin on the pier with a cool air-conditioned breeze blowing gently on me (and the stray dog at my feet who comes to keep me company every day). It occurs to me as I briefly check my email on my phone that I could probably write a blog post and post it too, during the blisteringly hot after lunch lull that occurs every afternoon.
I start typing in word with my thumbs, it is slow work and I am interrupted every now and then. A couple come and book a trip to Capri, then Skye runs over from the beach to get her lilo. The dog at my feet stretches and turns over, wrapping his paw affectionately around my ankle and I see Carlo waving at me from his kayak, gesturing that he is off on his daily paddle to the Galli Islands.
My thumbs start to cramp and I decide to try and transfer what I have written to the blog. I must see if I can post photos from my phone too, I managed it when we went to Asia but have since forgotten how. The ten millionth person comes over and asks me for a ferry ticket to Amalfi. I patiently direct them next door and wait for the next one...