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Antigua #8

caught my eye [[strikethrough]] s [[/strikethrough]] was a study in still life. A small pullet with its legs tied together, arranged on a bright scarf, with a pineapple on each side of the chicken -
"four shillings 'for the set' Miss"!
    From the market we went over to Bennett Brysons to have some ice cream but when we got there we were told that we couldn't get any until afternoon as the freezer broke down. The store is one of the most up to date ones I've seen - only food & drugs plus a little hardware. I supposed dry goods are the last things to be added. 
    The rest of the day was rather uneventful as we did little or nothing. In the late afternoon Mr & Mrs Ernest Dew came to call on Mrs Mason & I met them. 

[[underlined]] Sunday August 2, 1936[[/underlined]]
    After breakfast Addie asked us to go swimming with her. She said Mr Lambie was coming by for her. Just as we were about ready to go she said she didn't think there'd be room for the 2 of us, so I said o.k. we'll go on the 11 o'clock bus - which we did. 9d fare, round trip, and 6d apiece for bathing cubicles. The bus returns at 12:30. When we got out there, Mr Lambie

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was already there, but not with Addie - with Joan Foote. [[underlined]] Then [[/underlined]] was I glad we hadn't waited! We had a nice swim and returned home. As usual the rest of the day was uneventful. 

[[margin]] Monday August 3 [[/margin]]

This is commonly called August Monday. It is an English bank holiday but the day must closely coincide with the date of the liberation of the slaves, as most of the black people on this island think that is what the day celebrates.
    Addie was engineering some kind of picnic to High Point. We didn't go. It seemed like such a harum-scarum affair - as it later turned out to be. I never like to put my fate in the hands of such irresponsible people.
    Dick & I went to the Post Office and the Pan-American office, as he was sending out an air-mail to Puerto Rico to get some spare parts for his motor which has broken down. While in town we saw Roberts and I asked him if he knew of any boys who sold stamps and he said "yes" - he'd send his brother around. We hardly more than got home before they were at the door asking for us.