We were going to move on this morning, but Jakob whom we expect will be Mr Perkins new medical specialist was delayed a bit. Since Mr Perkins' health comes before all else, well one more night in town wouldn’t hurt.
We even had a fleeting thought about going out, which as so often happens was followed by an even more fleeting discussion about how so often when we do, we leave with the feeling that we could have had better at home. Besides one of us was in the mood to cook up a bit of a storm apparently.
Not being the type to fight battles that cannot be won, the other immersed himself in conversations with Jakob about oils and filters and tappets while said storm was brewing in the galley. It turns out that for reasons inexplicable, despite being able to achieve all sorts of wonders over a stove with one hand tied behind her back and both eyes closed, the culmination of all this effort turned out to be something of a fizzer. In fact we looked at one another mid meal and agreed that perhaps, just this once, we may well have done better had we gone out.
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This is a lovely photo.
: )... lesson learned for next time.
Mr Perkins if very capable of looking after himself, Diksmuide 'markt plein' looks Very inviting.
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