WTH times 4

What The Hell 1:

It's January, typically one of the cooler months. We have an indoor/outdoor thermometer and this is what it read this morning (around 10). Time to ditch all the projects and go to the beach.







What The Hell 2:

Too lazy and hot to drive to our favourite beach so we stopped at the shallow one to discover it was completely covered in seaweed.

Yes, that is a bundle of seaweed about the size of a milk crate.

What The Hell 3:

We packed up and 15 minutes later we arrived at the washed out part of the road. Someone decided to remove all the stones from one side of the tree to the other and threw in some 2 x 4's (with nails!!) We straightened the rocks out and tossed the 2 x 4's away. This kind of thinking - do a quick fix on the part that could well wash away during the next storm, instead of working on what could be a permanent solution on the other side, is the typical Bahamian way. Do not ever think of the future, just what you want right now, who cares about tomorrow.
OK, I'm off my soapbox and onto this lovely beach and who said Gerry isn't romantic? Might have been me.

Just a wee bit of seaweed.

His 2nd attempt, spelled his name wrong the first!

What The Hell 4:

While at the beach (and after we got back) it absolutely poured. The hatch over the bed was open only a crack, the rain was coming straight down and yet the bed got soaked. I do not understand why the carpeting around the hatch was not even damp when one side of the bed and the carpet on the floor was drenched. It was as if someone had come in and poured a huge bucket of water on just one side of the bedroom. Fortunately for me it was Gerry's side.