The glorious sunshine streaming over a calm ocean and a flat golden beach this morning was yet more evidence of Ms Nature and her war of attrition with the male race. The salty film on my windows, peppered with tear streaks from the rain, is being baked on by the powerful sun, why does this confirm the presence of Ms Nature? because it is Tuesday today, the bank holiday weekend is over and, in the standard family unit, dads are returning to work. Because the children are not at school mum and kids often stay at their holiday home for this week whilst dad returns to work before rejoining them at the weekend, an opportunity Ms Nature couldn’t miss.
So dad is at work, tired from a long weekend battling the elements and a family confined to a caravan because of the bad weather, looking out of his window at a glorious day. When the family phone call occurs this evening the children will recount stories of their day on the pier or playing in the park before returning the phone to mum, relaxing on the veranda with a glass of wine. Dad will listen to this story of idyllic coastal life all week and will load the car with BBQ provisions on Friday before crawling through the traffic to arrive, exhausted to the words ‘it’s turned very overcast this afternoon and they are forecasting rain’ I can almost hear the cackle of Ms Nature in the wind.
I managed last night to peel off the home made plaster from righty, this morning it looks like I have been performing satanic rituals in bed! Because the wound is long and straight, and I tend to move about a lot in the night, I produce a random pattern of bloody crosses on the bed linen which maps my nightly movements. Spectacularly I woke in the middle of the night with a pillow actually stuck to my arm, a situation that I can tell you takes some comprehension in the middle of the night and your arm appears oversize and softer than expected.