She was a very pretty lady, about 30, and she invited me to her unit, asking if I wanted to smoke some hash with her.

There were three or four others around, including a young boy about five or six years old. The lady was quick to tell me that was not her child, so I was thinking is she flirting with me???? But then she also qucikly added that she had a young kid, too, just not right there right now.

Hmmmm. I don't smoke hash, too harsh, but I told her maybe I would see her around. It was all good. The gardener told me he could show me a room, see what it looks like, but the cold hard truth is, I would be a fool to stay anywhere else but Seastar, it's just a good fit.\

After an ATM run -- all 500s, what a trip, eh? --I took a little nap at Seastar Inn, then went downstairs and ordered a blended fruit drink, and they were also nice enough to heat up a plate from Bentleys that I had leftover from last night ...... I was going to go to Mayfield falls with some yardies -- Henry from Seastar was making the run, so I knew I would be in good hands -- but then I started remembering those potholes and slow roads, and I just did not want to be a van for such a long time.