A catamaran muster was scheduled to occur on the last weekend of October 2020. M was keen to attend; then he wasn’t. Then he was, and then – again – he wasn’t. By that time I was over it and had realised that the thought of leaving the river had given me a bit of …
Month: October 2020
Before the Bun-Scare, I had spent three days here at the vineyard, awash in my own space. Only animals to look after. My list of things to do was attended to. I paid bills that had been languishing and actually sorted out my tax for this year, which took me more than half a day. …
Certain women of my vintage will recall that before stealing your dad’s razor to shave your legs the first time, you looked for something… something a little less prone to involuntary bloodletting. Not wax – I don’t even recall waxing being on my radar – no, you went and poked around in the chemist and …
Daylight saving. It began this morning, baffling me the way it always does. Which device has the correct time? There is no internet connection here, so how would anything know to change on its own? Where is an actual analogue clock? KittyLicious, emulating Luna the Boatcat, yowled me awake reliably at 5.16am. I got up …