Monday
I made a quick dash to the harbour on Monday between the rain showers. I say ‘quick’, I ambled along the zigzag path between the church and us, said hello to the chickens, dropped down past New Villa George and took the steep steps that cut out the curve of the Kali Strata to arrive outside the ‘red house’ near the bottom. Not the easiest journey with your glasses steaming up from your mask and the path slippery underfoot.
I wasn’t able to take my usual route around the quayside because the tide is up, and the road is flooded. Apparently, this is due to nearing winter solstice, a full moon, I think, and probably other scientific reasons I don’t know about, and bad drainage may also be to blame, I don’t know. It happens every year, isn’t anything really to worry about (unless it reaches your business premises), and you simply take another route. In my case, around the back to the post office where there was a queue at 9.15 (note, must get there earlier), around the town square to avoid the flooded road behind the bridge, and on to the bank. That done, I rechecked the post office – still a queue – and headed back up the Kali Strata at a sedate pace, reaching home 45 minutes after I’d set off. It poured down ten minutes later.
For the rest of the day, I finished off my model kit, cleared the kitchen table of paints and pieces, reread some writing I’d done, dithered about whether the story is going anywhere and what’s going to happen in the middle, and generally did a lot of nothing until Harry’s video piano lesson later in the afternoon. After that, it was the Thomas Crown Affair remake followed by Rocketman (again), before what has become a standard early night. Today, Tuesday, I am up at 3.00 again, ready to face writing another chapter of something, thinking about taking a stroll if it’s not raining later and looking forward to opening my office shutters for the first time in several days. Simple pleasures.
