With the stress of yesterday long consigned to the “forgotten already” bin, today was the first proper “waiting till Wednesday” day with the merest hint of “nothing we can do” mixed with “wish there was something we could do” to plan ahead, but we can’t!
Even trying to interpolate the weather chart a week ahead to try to make some sense of a timeline for our return is pure folly, and the temptation to continually peek at it looms like some sort of spectre, just daring us to get our hopes up, so mostly we don’t.
We are both conscious that with one of us in the position of having almost zero activity, bar a few basic exercises, it’s quite important to ensure that the food consumed by her is both of a smaller portion than usual, and of a sufficiently well balanced nature that no new rolls of tummy fat appear in the short term.
With that in mind, the other popped down to the market this morning with the intention of purchasing perhaps a single lettuce leaf for her to consume with her lunchtime glass of water, and perhaps, not similarly encumbered, he’d lash out on a small bread roll for himself.
As soon as he arrived however, the aromas started to mingle with the ocean of people swirling around him, and in the absence of a note, his subconscious mind began to guide him towards more delicious offerings. At first the man with the warm chicken rolls beckoned, but then the fish mongers seemed to pop up as if by magic. The thought of a broodje haring (raw herring on bread with pickles and onion) became irresistable - perhaps she could leave the bread aside, or perhaps we could just have the haring on a small plate, or a few rollmops.
Hold that thought - there are chips over there, and a man frying fish! Kibbling (pieces of battered fish) and friets (chips) with mayonnaise seemed like a match made in heaven, no doubt about that. Admittedly jostling the paper cone of chips and platter of kibbling through the crowd and then being Mr Delivery across the next several hundred metres of cobbles had its challenges, but we made it to the boat with all still (just) warm enough to consume every greasy crumb without reheating.
Unless smiles are heavy, she didn’t appear to be any weightier than before lunch, so we call that a giant win all round.
No comments
Post a Comment