I really feel like that. Out driving the roads of the island trying to pin him down, wrestle him to the ground [metaphorically anyway] and then verbally slap him about a bit. Only I can't. Not allowed and all that. So I came back home, found this snap from a few days back taken with a Bronnie and show it here.
I'd like to live in that white house I thought as I stood on the edge of the beach taking the snap.