At the CCP, China Chair Project, in Miami I bumped into a man who swore he was the Sandman's first cousin. The news is the Sandman is back at his desk in Wall Street and can not even remember my name, well as soon as he checks out this here blog he will remember all about his flaky Romeo ways the double looser, toad in the hole,Wall Street bore creep that he is, so what if he makes millions every day.

I am totally over him by the way.

Flying back home to New York there was a beautiful sunset and I took it to be a sign that a new year meant lots of new adventures ahead for the SP and I was bound to find someone a bit more permanent than that silly old Sandman in no time whatsoever. Who says I am still brooding over him, what nonsense. I have TOTALLY FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE SANDMAN.

"The water is great and I recommend a swim after yoga class," said Nick very happily, after his failed quest to search out that Sandman proved to be a total waste of time.Fortunately he is not the type to dwell on that type of thing and made the best of his swim in the sea, Sandman or no Sandman.

"Sorry SP only me Nick, your sandman has gone I just checked, the scoundrel abandoning you like that."

The Blob in the sea turned out to be ...

My Claudinsky knew exactly what was on my mind, she does not miss a trick,

"SP focus on God Realization and letting go and freedom and enlightenment and less on that blasted Sandman, we all knew he was a waste of space and sand too for that matter."

Sandman are you out there, what is that blob I see floating in the sea?

I did make it to the odd yoga class, here I am trying to think sensibly about the Sandman situation in the HeadStand position supposed to help you clarify thoughts.

Here we are again, I had a great plan to ask the fish if they had seen you know who, the Sandman.

Claudinsky said the best way to forget about the Wall Street Sandman was to go snorkeling again and this time to wear an extra Floater life jacket in case I got lost again. Here we are looking very sexy ready for anything in the Deep Blue Sea.

These beach hut rooms are considered prime real estate at the ashram and are booked several years in advance. Claudinsky and I booked ours for next year already. This is almost the only chair for lounging at the ashram as people are supposed to attend the lectures and do yoga instead. I wonder if the Sandman will come back next year? He never left me any contact details the schmuck.

This is the beach around sunset time when most sensible people would have settled on the evening's date for the night and are not pining over a Wall Street Sandman.

This is the beach yoga platform where we were supposed to spend four hours a day.

Later that night I sent a message to the Royal Princess, a cruise ship, had anyone seen the Sandman at all playing blackjack or some other cruising type activity. The answer was "SP, forget about the Sandman, he was not a Keeper in the first place. Yes he won at Roulette but so what. Keep looking as we hear the Sandman is on his way back to Wall Street to sort out the mess and has more important things on his mind than your dinner date at Atlantis."

Charming times two. I hate being stood up. Sub prime crisis or not. No one is looking for a mortgage on New Year's Eve on Paradise Island, you would think he could have taken one night off for heavens sake.

The sandman told me later that day that Claudinsky was right to go off with Will as he was not looking for anything serious and a holiday fling was all he was interested in and was I available for such a thing?

I said yes I was very interested but how was was he going to take me to Atlantis if he was buried in the sand and unable to move a muscle, let alone take out his wallet. He said I should not get my little head too worried over these mundane details but that night when I came down to the sand for our date, you guessed it he was totally gone. Cheapskate! I always fall for the wrong guy! In the meantime Will and Claudinsky were having a terrific time dancing on the bay platform celebrating New Year's Eve and my date had vanished into the sea. Charming.

When Claudinsky met Will the 6 foot 6 personal trainer super hunk from down south she very kindly said she was relinquishing all claims on the Sandman, he was all mine and there was no need to fight over him any more. I am not sure who got the short end of the stick in that one as Will is still standing tall and the Sandman floated away and from what we hear is now in several pieces in the sea and no use to anyone any more, either as a love interest or piece of art on the beach.

We both started fighting over the Sandman but I thought seeing as how he was wearing my hat I should have first digs on him. Claudinsky did not agree of course.

Sandman of the Sand was about as close as I got to finding Mr Right. He insisted on wearing my sun hat as well to block out any harmful rays. He looks quite comfortable buried in the sand, probably has a very stressful high profile banking job in New York Wall Street by the looks of him and is badly in need of some R and R, poor wee lamb. At least he looks happy today and he can forget about the sub prime mortgage crisis and his bank loosing $15bn in one quarter, for a few hours while he soaks up the sun, protected by my trusty hat.

Claudinsky and I almost made it to yoga that morning, almost...

Here we are hard at work meditating on how great the weather is and how blue the water is and how lucky we are to be all friends together in the sun.

Happy New Year from all of us in the Bahamas, hope New York and Glasgow not too frosty and cold.

Monty dropping anchor off Gilligan's Island, a famous snorkelling spot. I got a bit lost finding the boat after being so long under the water chatting to the fish so I had to be rescued when I swam home to the wrong boat, dopey me.

Me after I just got a text from Big Daddykins to say it was pouring nonstop in Scotland, phew thank goodness I picked the Bahamas instead, not a cloud in the sky here! Yeah!

Claudinsky deep in thought about whether this will be the trip when she will meet you know who.

After all that hard work and Home Depot Elves rescue organizing Claudinsky and I decided to jet off to Sivananda yoga retreat in the Bahamas. Here we are noticeably not doing yoga or meditating at 6am but driving Monty's boat to go snorkeling instead at 11am , far more sensible.