Our man in Havana....

......bank holiday Monday, but my company doesn't observe such quaint practices and compels it's workers to attend the building in large numbers. To rub salt in the already stinging wound, the fire alarm went off at 5pm. Responding to the alarm like factory workers of old to the hooter, most people calmly packed away their work and foxtrot oscar'd home, ignoring pleas from fire wardens to muster at the usual place.

I'm not sure what that little pink thing is poking up near LLCoolJim's wasitband, but I hope he's not too excited to see me.

Edit: When reading Huck Finn to your child for bedtime stories, please be careful not to mix your Fs and Hs.