Legends from our own lunchtimes

Monday, October 17, 2016

One week on.
Sunday 16th October - Lagarde


A week ago, it was far too chilly and unpleasant to have coffee under Maggie’s wisteria.   Today, we could have been forgiven for thinking we’d already been away for winter and had returned in early summer.   What a glorious time we had, sitting all afternoon in the sun, doing what we do best so far from the problems of the world that we didn’t even need to try to solve them, the company injecting an extra shot of light into an already impossibly bright blue sky.

We weren’t all that far from the problem of the boat though.  Yes we could have wasted this strangely perfect day, cleaning and covering, and been entirely packed before tomorrow’s rain arrives, but where’s the lunch in that?  We did to be fair on ourselves get a bit one after breakfast, and a little more just before darkness descended, and the boat is almost packed, which is to say that it is completely chaotic and upside-down within and in that sort of state where we keep having to remind ourselves that it always works out in the end.

I wonder if the happiness of today will be enough to carry us through the grumpiness that will no doubt descend while tying off the boat covers in the rain tomorrow?   Yes, I’m sure it will. 
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