Hi all, Ziggy here.
Yes, I know it’s been an absolute age since I last commandeered John’s iPad and knocked out an edition for you, my adoring fans. But I’ve been busy. Enjoying myself if you must know.
I thought something was afoot when Rose and John spent time at the beginning of last week in the ground floor apartment. Giving it a bit of a dust over is, I think, the way Rose described it.
Now it’s not that uncommon for them to both descend the stairs with brooms, dusters, buckets and other cleaning paraphernalia and go into the apartment but it’s normally on a Thursday or Friday (getting quite clever with the days of the week aren’t I). Never on Tuesday.
This was puzzling. What was going on? Wednesday came and Wednesday went and still nothing. I was getting quite perturbed and agitated. The suspense was excruciating. If they were doing this to test my patience then they were succeeding.
Now if I had thought something was up before I knew for sure that it was on Thursday when I saw Rose with my lead in her hand doing her best impression of Barbara Woodhouse as she cried out “Walkies”.
Lead on it was onto the golf cart and down to Carlo & Ernie’s Runway Bar & Grill where John dropped Rose and I off, turned the ‘cart around and headed off down the road.
Minutes later I heard the sound of our ‘cart (they don’t sound all the same you know) as it pulled back in to the cartpark. And then I saw. And I knew. I thought “I remember you“. It was Frank. He’d come back to see me.
Now for those of you who are not aware of my background (shame on you) I was found , along with brother Grizzly, as a three week old young whippersnapper by Frank who, at the time, was a serving member of BATSUB.
Grizzly is on the right. The ‘blonde’ handsome one on the left is me. The Zigstar!
I was so excited and must admit that I lost my cool and jumped up down, licking and scratching (not intentionally of course) Frank at the same time.
But I’m an old soldier and there was only one way to celebrate seeing Frank again.
“Cheers Frank”.
It was great to see Frank again and we got to go back to our favourite haunt when we used to visit Ambergris Caye.
Recognise it? No.
They’d spotted I was in the bar.
That’s right, The Palapa Bar & Grill.
We spent a lot of time together during his stay but he also got to see some of his ex BATSUB colleagues too.
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Funny they’re always at the bar isn’t it!
The time passed so quickly though and this morning it was time to say au revoir (I just know I’ll see Frank again).
Frank leaving the apartment for the last time on this visit.
But not before we’d squeezed in one last breakfast for Frank at Estel’s Dine By the Sea.
And then it was off to the San Pedro airstrip
where we said our farewells.
And I got back to doing what I do best.
Yes, that’s right, sentry duty!
The headline for today’s edition is based on the single released in 1962 by Frank Ifield which reached number one on the UK Singles Chart and number five on the US Billboard Hot 100.