Fun and games
Sometimes you just have to make your own fun, which is what was going on here.
I’ve not been in the square late at night, which for me means after 7.30 pm, but when I have been there in the afternoon, things have been very quiet. It’s always been a bit like that as most people are at the beach in the heat of the afternoon or having a siesta. Later, though, there have been more people about, when it’s cooler, after around six, and then even later – way past my bedtime – I’ve heard it’s also been busy. Well, on most nights anyway, and when I say busy, I mean busy for these days. I’ve also seen photos of a very quiet harbour in the mornings and evenings, but a busier one when the day boats come in.
We’ve been seeing some of them quite regularly, and the other day, from a safe distance on the balcony and through the binoculars, I watched one come in. Hardly any mask-wearing going on, which was a shame to see, as one day, like other islands, we’re going to see a case or two. Not a nutcase like the tourists coming over with no masks – but you know, a medical case, and whoever that unfortunate person is will suffer being talked about for a long time, possibly even blamed. Let’s hope that doesn’t happen. I guess many of the trippers on these boats think that because they are outside, they are ok, but seeing groups of passengers piling off, bumping into each other and still unmasked, well, you may be outside, but… Anyway, there’s no point me going on about it, I don’t have to work with or be near anyone else, so it’s easier for me to stay away. Which is what I am doing now, at 6.55 on Tuesday morning when, having done this, I am setting about a new story while the last one is in beta reading. That’s a technical term for having one’s husband read through it and say how good it is… Actually, he doesn’t do that, he tuts at the typos and tells me off when he reads a part that makes him cry, but he also laughs in the right places, so that’s helpful.