Friday 9th October 2020 Day 199

7.30    I suppose I had better weigh after the excesses of the weekend which included an amazing seafood pasta dish in an excellent Italian restaurant, followed by lemon pudding and you can’t eat out without a good bottle of wine, you just can’t.  Breakfast next morning wasn’t much better but much enjoyed, not to mention the toastie for lunch….no stop I won’t go on.

So what a surprise, two pounds in two days, could have been a lot worse and is coming straight off this weekend.  I expect the walking helped to keep it down a bit.

9.30  I am making meat balls with lean meat to put in the slow cooker to have before the remote cocktail party tonight with my Santorini friends to celebrate this day last year when we met in Blackpool for a great weekend where we went up the Tower and Karen and I who do not like heights, bravely squashed up in a full lift, never to be repeated I think we both agreed.  The cocktail bar in the evening more than made up for it though.

It is a beautiful morning and my son Mat appears to do some jobs outside for me before he flies out to Munich on business for a few days but first we go for a walk together with Audrey of course in the sunshine.  It is a bit

muddy underfoot from the rain we have had which reminds me of the quagmire that the woods became at the beginning of the year.

16.00  The weather is turning, grey skies and rain and Mat is finishing off outside. I hear that one of our Santorini number is not feeling well so we have a consensus and decide to postpone to next week on an ‘All for one and one for all’ basis.

I have been thinking about the photographs of people staring out from the wall of the Titanic exhibition both lost and saved and the blank cameos of all the people with no photo and of the lad who in the court scene said that if he had been issued with binoculars for the look out, he would have seen the iceberg in time and the tragedy could have been averted.  There were audio accounts from elderly people who had been children in the life boats at the time, saying how terrible the screams were but how much worse the silence was that followed.  Most of all the ‘personable’ Captain Edward John Smith who looked just like you would imagine a sea Captain would look.

All in the past now of course, time marches on and these times will be in the past one day too.

Back to reality, meatballs for tea and maybe I will have that cocktail I was planning on tonight, just to try it out for next week of course