The promised sun did not turn up today, but happily, the promised son did.
Jason arrived in the morning, just after we had laid out the sunbeds on the patio. We had a very pleasant morning before Jason set off to explore the Island by bike, while we went down to inspect the boat following its spring clean yesterday by Christina, an attractive young blonde, who must surely be the most glamorous boat cleaner ever.
The weather was not in the slightest conducive to sitting out, so we retired to separate music stations for an afternoon nap, which was proceeding dreamily until the rather clumsy, noisy and disruptive arrival of a 38 foot yacht to the neighbouring berth. The noise of the collision had me tumbling off the wheelhouse couch to inspect the damage, which, thankfully was light. The offending skipper was most apologetic, and more than a little embarrassed.
As my Mum would have said, "Worse things can happen at sea"
And then, just when it was too late in the afternoon to be of any real difference, the Sun made a very brief appearance so as not to make a liar of the weather forecaster. Ho hum.
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