How is it that the last fortnight has passed in a blur, and yet this, the day before our hospital appointment has taken longer to pass than the previous month? There must be some sort of fracture in the time-space continuum which is much larger than the ones in her foot.
This has been our first true waiting day. A day spent doing odd jobs and foraging in the supermarket, trying to think about the tasks in hand that we can control and not the things that we cannot, we have our travel agent on stand-by, Thijs is ready at the shipyard to lift us when we say so, Dave and Ria are waiting downstream to sail in company across “the paddock”. All we need now is the hospital clearance box ticked.
Ron and Robin meanwhile have been exploring every nook and cranny of this memorable city, giving us a rundown of their adventures every night, allowing us to explore all we’ve missed vicariously, including an ancient Italian restaurant, run by a perhaps even more ancient Italian gentleman.
On the menu a Pizza was screaming “eat me”. The description read simply: ‘a secret recipe from only the best ingredients’. No amount of coercing could produce even a hint of what ingredients in might contain. Responding with only the simple words “it’s a secret”, they had us hook, line and sinker.
Just before dinner time, three of us, armed with a towel for insulation rather than intergalactic mishap, returned triumphant with our prize.
The Pizza was sublime, the mystery around it shall remain so for the benefit of those to come, but even so, as the sun shone slowly in the west, only one thing was certain.
There would be very little sleep for anyone aboard the little ship that night.
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Hi Jo and Peter.....I am a very slack Facebook poster but have deduced that Jo has fractured her foot .....hoping that all has been looked after.....commiserations. Hope your travels can continue in some way ....sending love. Jill xx
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