As my resourceful Odysseus - Mr Grigg to you and me - makes sure our boat is watertight, I am longing to be home.
I am in the Ionian - see here - and the rain is pouring down like a patio water-feature set on high-speed. We have had thunder and lightning so loud and bright it could have been Zeus sending us a message from on high.
We have family who need us back home and I am desperately missing The Enchanted Village and all its comings and goings.
Even in paradise, things are not always as they seem.
'There is only one place to be when the weather is like this,' I say to Mr Grigg.
'Where's that?' he says, writing his daily log boat in the shelter of the cabin.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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