It’s as if every fast food establishment is somehow aware that there’s a certain lack of competence in the culinary department. Each time the one with both of his legs mostly working ventures out to forage for sustenance it’s like running some sort of fast-food gauntlet. Ghostly apparitions seem to be peering out through every window eerily curious as to how long he can keep up these daily trips for a slice of lettuce and a bit of cheese for his lady’s dinner, confident that they’ll get him in the end.
As each day passes though, his determination, to say nothing of his skill level (which is to describe his skill level really) increases to the extent that we think we might actually survive this thing with our body mass indices intact.
One might think that after four days, we might have settled into some sort of routine, and we might have too, had the other not woken up this morning so bright and perky, like a somewhat less mobile version of her former self.
Instructions started coming thick and fast, and at some point in the morning when he disappeared to take care of a load of washing she’d somehow made it to the saloon table unassisted, apparently all the better to oversee proceedings aboard.
It’s probably just as well, because stuff that normally just happens silently and invisibly aboard, is presently not happening or at least not in a manner which she would consider to be timely. Apart from significant disarray and a few more crumbs on the floor than usual, who would ever know?
Well, for starters there’s Rob, the Harbour Master who looked in at the forest of hanging laundry within this afternoon and asked if we were trying to make the place more homely, followed by a perfectly sound question that was something along the lines of “wouldn’t it be easier just to use the free driers we have in our laundry?”.
This was not the time to admit that having just successfully disentangled the medical insurance forms in Dutch, a similar engagement with a machine speaking the same language could quite possibly be the end.
“Oh thanks, we prefer things to dry naturally over the course of three or four days”…
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