At my sister's birthday celebration

last December,one of the guests,Miroslav,looked at me in horror,when I said I was sailing to Bermuda.Many ships have disappeared there,said he,it is the methane rising to the surface creating a vacuum and if a ship happens to be above,it sinks through the hole.And I was going to invite you to my 80th birthday party,he continued quietly, looking at me intensely with sorrow  one reserves for someone on a death bed.
Well,Bermuda came and went and I am here to tell the story be it different to the story I was going to tell.The high hopes of wonderful things  to do never came  to fruition,they all sank like the ships in the  Bermuda Triangle.The 24 shops in the Clockwater hall  never opened their doors to me,even the jewel in the island's crown,The National Museum, remained firmly closed.The Bermudians are keeping it all to themselves.They do not even allow the ships to stay until the dark,they have to depart in daylight, we had to leave  at 15.30.        Yes.      How preposterous is that.